After a short while, several nurses wheeled out An Yiqing, still unconscious on the hospital bed.
Gu Yelin hurried forward, wrapping his bandaged hand tightly around the girl's small hand and refusing to leave her side.
Duan Tang's step toward her halted, revealing a flash of loneliness in his eyes. However, it vanished in an instant as he took long strides to keep up with the nurses.
...
After slumbering for thirty-six hours, An Yiqing gradually woke up on the afternoon of the third day.
The moment she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a snow-white canopy and walls.
Uh... where is this?
She blinked her eyes, turned her head, and then involuntarily gasped!
Hisss—pain!
An Yiqing felt a scorching sensation radiating from her chest, aching in waves.
Just then, the door creaked open, and in came a tall, upright man dressed in black.
"Tutu!"
