Jiang Jinchen instructed the nurse not to let anyone disturb Ning Yanan and to prepare some liquid food in advance before he sat down beside her.
Looking at her pale face, his hand reached for the cigarettes in his pocket.
Remembering this was a ward, he stood up and walked to the balcony.
One after another, the thick white smoke swirled around his handsome face, outlining an indescribable sorrow.
When Ning Yanan woke up, what she saw was Jiang Jinchen like this.
For a moment, she thought it was an illusion.
She stared blankly for several seconds, staring fixedly at his brooding brows and eyes, and she even foolishly raised her hand to pinch herself to see if it would hurt.
But as soon as she moved her hand, it pulled at the wound, causing her to take a sharp breath and cry out in pain involuntarily.
"Hiss—"
At Ning Yanan's cry of pain, Jiang Jinchen immediately turned around, and their eyes met, both stunned.
A long moment passed without reaction.