Could Speak

"Does it hurt?" He Xiyan put her hand gently on Chen Jiahang's forehead, feeling his high body temperature a little high. Then she looked at Jiahang's lips, which were so dry that they were almost bleeding.

She quickly turned around, went to the table, opened the kettle, and began to pour water.

Suddenly, she heard a strange voice, especially hoarse, as if someone was calling her "Yanyan...".

He Xiyan immediately looked back at the door of the ward to see if anyone had come, but there was no one.

She probably heard something wrong.

He Xiyan continued to pour water.

When she was about to fill it up, she heard the call again, still calling her "Yanyan...".

"Who is that..."

He Xiyan looked back again. This time, her eyes swept every corner of the ward. However, except for herself, there was only Jiahang.

Was it...

He Xiyan suddenly opened her sleepy eyes wide and looked unbelievably at the man in the bed.