Leng Youchen was ecstatic, almost sliding over in his wheelchair, his eyes shining as he stared at the figure lying on the hospital bed. Overwhelmed with excitement, he longed to touch her, yet feared it was all a dream that would shatter with one touch, so he handled her with the utmost care.
"Wife, you're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Wei Anning looked at him quietly. After running a high fever for three straight days, she had become notably thinner, and her chin had become sharp enough to be lethal. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "What... happened to me?"
Hearing her speak, Leng Youchen finally realized this wasn't a dream. She had truly awakened. He felt an immense sense of relief, took her hand in his, and kissed it, "Thank heavens, you finally woke up. If you hadn't, I would have gone mad."
