Outside the ICU, Gu Xiaoer watched the man lying in the hospital bed through the thick glass without blinking.
His eyes were closed, his thick, curling eyelashes casting shadows, appearing calm and serene. Beneath a straight nose, his thin lips were slightly parted; even in quiet slumber, he remained stunningly handsome.
Gone was his usual imperious presence; now, he looked so soft and beautiful it seemed almost unreal, as if he could leave at any moment.
"Brother Minghan, what on earth happened to him?" Although she was asking Shen Minghan, Gu Xiaoer's gaze never once wavered from the man, her hands pressing against the glass as if she yearned to rush in.
Shen Minghan sighed and looked at the girl who seemed to have lost her soul, shaking his head helplessly, "Xiao Er, you don't need to worry too much. Luoli is fine; look, he doesn't even need an oxygen mask. You should take care of yourself—that's what's important now. Otherwise, Luoli won't be at ease lying here either."
