Her heart gradually calmed under the soothing sound of his voice, and then, her heavy eyelids slowly opened. The wound on her shoulder was tearing at her sanity, but she still managed to see him with the corner of her eye, and weakly smiled, "Xue Ye... I've finally waited for you..."
Xue Ye felt an inexplicable sourness, "Yes, I'm back."
She weakly looked at him, seeing him standing perfectly in front of her hospital bed, her heart finally settled.
"You... are you okay?"
"I'm a grown man, what could be wrong with me? It's you, are you in pain?"
A patch of plaster covered her wound, not bound up but seamlessly stuck on. Any firm bandaging, even the slightest pressure, would cause her pain.
Mu Mian shook her head slightly, yet even this small movement caused sweat to break out on her forehead. He quickly said, "Don't move, don't move, just like that, it's fine, it's fine."
He was so nervous that he spoke incoherently, wishing he could take away her pain.
