The moment Shen Yanhe's eyes met his, her scalp tingled, and every nerve in her body screamed danger.
The sense of danger suppressed the joy in her heart from Fu Yanhe's awakening.
Shen Yanhe instinctively wanted to make a move but forcefully restrained herself.
She locked eyes with Fu Yanhe, her gaze hiding caution as she carefully shifted a bit, "You're awake? How does your body feel? Any discomfort?"
"..."
Fu Yanhe didn't speak, just quietly stared at her, his dark pupils still devoid of any emotional ripples.
His reaction caused a jolt of apprehension in Shen Yanhe's heart, weighing it down — she extended her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Yanhe, do you remember me?"
The moment her words fell, Fu Yanhe, who had been lying quietly on the bed, suddenly moved.
He raised his hand in Shen Yanhe's direction, attempting to grasp her wrist.
