They immediately put down their work and followed Chen Meiqi to Wen Mian's hospital room.
In the hospital corridor, the early morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
Their footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, adding a touch of tension and anticipation.
Upon entering the room, they saw Wen Mian lying quietly on the bed, her complexion still pale, but it seemed to have gained a bit more vitality compared to before.
Pei Zhiyao quietly walked to the bedside, looking at Wen Mian's pale and tranquil face, a complex emotion surged in his heart. He gently took Wen Mian's hand, which was cold and delicate, like a tender flower. He placed her hand in his palm, warmly and firmly enveloping it.
He lowered his head and tenderly kissed the back of her hand with a gentle, affectionate kiss, his eyes filled with tenderness and care.
Gu Zichen stood by the bed, his face lit up with joy, "Really? Mianmian, did you really wake up?"
