"Is it true what you said, that Yuanzi is alright?"
"I assure you, she will be fine."
Mianmian often disagreed with him on many things, constantly resisting his emotions, feeling powerless, trying to avoid yet unable to escape. But there was one thing—she trusted what he said. Of course, there were times when his words were not trustworthy.
Limited to the transactions between them.
"Really, will everything be alright?"
"Really," Gong Heng sighed helplessly, "you just take care of yourself. When she wakes up tomorrow, I'll bring you to see her. You also have to promise me, you can't get too emotional, otherwise, you both will never be able to see each other again."
She took a few deep breaths, trying hard to suppress the uneasiness in her heart. Then she extended both hands to him and threw herself into his embrace, "Let's go back, I don't like the smell of the hospital."
