Mu Xiangwan stood at the door, tightly clinging to the door frame, her healthy hand rested on the window. She pressed so hard that her fingertips turned slightly pale.
Su Chaoyang lay on the second bed. Although he was not far from the door, the tubes all over his body nearly drowned him, making it impossible for people at the door to clearly see his face.
Time and time again, she witnessed his chest wound heal and then crack open. So much blood soaked his clothes, yet he insisted on protecting her, resisting those evil people - Mu Xiangwan realized for the first time, after knowing him for more than a decade, that she did not truly understand this man.
With that kind of pain, he could still compete with the best of them, even beating Shentu Duo, always staying conscious despite the pain, and never uttered a sigh from beginning to end.
What kind of person could endure so much? Who could be so patient?
