When Lin Yue woke up, it was already the afternoon. She opened her eyes and looked around. The room was enveloped in whiteness. While half-conscious, she had also smelled the distinctive scent of disinfectant, typical of hospitals. She looked around and realized an IV needle was still inserted in her hand, with cold potion dripping down drop by drop.
Having just woken up, she was still in a semi-conscious state, not fully aware just yet. She only remembered visiting Zhuo Xiangqiao that morning, confessing her feelings to him, and then fainting at his door. Thinking about his resolute rejection, pain started to surge in Lin Yue's heart again. She had thought she could move him, but she ended up defeated. A wave of pain spread through her chest. Lin Yue gave a self-mocking laugh and took a deep breath. She reached out a hand, trying to prop herself up to sit.
"Awake now?" She heard a voice next to her, and only then did Lin Yue realize there was someone else in the room.
