After dropping Mrs. Zhao at the hospital entrance, Lu Tianxing had returned to the ward, pulled up a chair, and sat by the bed, quietly watching Bai Zhiqing as she slept soundly.
This was the first time he had observed Bai Zhiqing so closely and truly took a good look at her.
On the hospital bed, Bai Zhiqing's lustrous black hair, as smooth as silk, sprawled carelessly. Her usually cold and stunning face was now pale and devoid of any color, making her look as fragile as a rootless duckweed. Her eyes were tightly shut, her breathing even, no longer exuding her usual cold beauty but instead a pitiable sight. Even asleep, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she couldn't find happiness even in her dreams.
Suddenly, Bai Zhiqing's eyelashes trembled lightly, and slowly her eyes opened. When she saw Lu Tianxing watching her, she startled slightly, an inexplicable sense of shyness welled up in her heart, "What are you... What are you looking at? Turn your face away."
