After Lin Yicheng finished speaking, he bowed his head.
But as soon as he lowered his head, he heard her murmur, "Eight months ago, it was this same drug..."
Lin Yicheng's movements suddenly froze.
He stood there, turned to stone.
His expression became complicated in an instance.
Guilt, sorrow, regret...
In the end, he tensed his fist.
He sat up stiffly, staring at Xu Qiaoqiao. After a while, he chuckled bitterly and picked her up, "I am bringing you to see a doctor."
If he took advantage of her now.
Then after she regained consciousness, there would be no possibility between them anymore.
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When Xu Qiaoqiao woke up the second time, it was already afternoon the next day.
She opened her bewildered eyes, looking at the white ceiling of the hospital, the smell of disinfectant wafting to her nose.
There was an IV drip attached to the back of her hand.
All the events of yesterday surged into her mind, causing her to let out a large breath.
