The fire at the aristocratic school soon became common knowledge.
Li Jinghong and Zhu Miaoyue, after learning of the incident, also visited the hospital, but they were not there to see Rong Shengsheng. They came to check whether Li Hanxian and the two children were hurt.
In the ward, two adorable little cherubs sat obediently and daintily on the sofa, their eyes bright and endearing.
Li Hanxian stood guard at the bedside, tightly holding Rong Shengsheng's hand, with a hint of exhaustion in the corners of his eyes, indicating he hadn't rested well.
Because the doctors said that Rong Shengsheng had inhaled too much smoke; luckily, she had survived the ordeal, but she would need to recover gradually over time.
He dared not take it lightly.
Her skin was snow-white, her hand soft to the touch, very comfortable to hold.
For the first time, he realized that he just couldn't let go of this woman, no matter what, he refused to release her hand.
