Sure enough, that man stepped forward to support her. Meng Xi'er felt pleased, grabbed his arm, and abruptly pushed him onto the bed.
She touched his clothes. Meng Xi'er felt the fabric and was slightly stunned.
"You're also in a hospital gown? Are you receiving treatment in the hospital?"
The man reached out, grabbed her wrist, and prevented her from continuing her search.
"Tell me," Meng Xi'er continued to ask," why were you at the bottom of the cliff?"
"..."
"Where are you hurt?" Meng Xi'er stretched out her other free hand towards his face. "You can speak, right? Why aren't you speaking? Do I know you? Are you worried I'll recognize your voice?"
The man pressed down her other hand to the edge of the bed. However, his grip was loose, and it seems she could break free with a struggle.
Meng Xi'er lowered her head, looking at the man's face.
The man was right before her eyes, face-to-face with her, but all she could see was emptiness.
