Last night, the final result was that Qiao Yu went to rest, Auntie Lin also left, and only Fu Shinian sat by Su Mu's bedside, keeping vigil.
Su Mu's breathing was very light at first. Around 5 a.m., it gradually became smoother and more even, although her complexion was still terribly pale, it was no longer as frightening as before, and Fu Shinian's suspended breath slowly relaxed.
To see Su Mu in her current state was something Fu Shinian had not anticipated. He didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment. If he had to use a word, he thought 'obsessed' might be more appropriate because looking back at what happened a few hours ago, or even a few days ago, he didn't recognize himself and felt that everything that happened was unbelievable.
