The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense, as Tianxin cautiously watched Chen Yiran's thin lips, fearing he might once again speak words of rejection.
The emotions in Chen Yiran's eyes churned intensely, resembling a storm-tossed sea on the verge of a storm. The huge waves and the dark clouds seemed as if they would swallow everything in their path.
However, all of his turbulent emotions eventually subsided. He gently leaned in, rearranging Tianxin's pillow and spoke to her in a low voice, "It's getting late. You should get some rest."
"No." Tianxin suddenly extended her arms, holding Chen Yiran's neck tightly. She rested her head on his shoulder and spoke stubbornly in a stiff tone, "If you don't answer me, I won't let go."
"Tianxin…"
Chen Yiran's voice was full of helplessness as he called her name, and because he was mindful of the painkiller pump hanging off her hand, he didn't dare to forcibly remove her arms from around his neck.
