Murong Qiong was still in resuscitation, while Mo Qiansu anxiously waited outside the operating room. She clutched her abdomen, the pain from the wound growing more intense, blurring her vision.
She shook her head, trying to clear it, but suddenly everything went dark…
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When Mo Qiansu awoke again, it was already the next morning.
She lifted her heavy eyelids, and a handsome, magnified face suddenly appeared before her.
"Awake now," Gu Xuanye's deep voice carried a hoarse tiredness, his eyes bloodshot like he had not slept all night.
Mo Qiansu was somewhat dazzled seeing him there.
Gu Xuanye helped her sit up on the hospital bed and considerately propped two pillows behind her for comfort. "You must be hungry, have some porridge first."
He had already asked the servant to bring over some medicinal porridge. He scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it, and then brought it to her lips, feeding her personally, "Come on, open your mouth."
