"Can I go in and see him now?" Chi Xiaoyu asked.
"Not for now, you should rest a bit. I need to discuss something with your mother," Gong Zhensen said in a heavy tone.
Chi Xiaoyu silently nodded.
Her heart remained suspended in mid-air.
That night, she slept in a nearby hotel, but her rest was uneasy, waking up repeatedly throughout the night.
If it hadn't been for her pregnancy, she would have truly wished to stay by Gong Beiming's side the entire time.
Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, she arrived at the hospital.
However, by then, Gong Beiming had already been moved to a regular ward.
The morning light gently shone through the window, casting a soft halo on Gong Beiming's face.
His eyes were closed, and he looked as though he was asleep.
She sat beside him and grabbed his hand, "Gong Beiming, you fool! Why did you have to fight your father in such a cruel way. Even if we can't be together, you should at least live a good life!"
