Strange

"Jin, Jin!"

In her dreams, Shen Weiyang's mind was filled with the scene of Leng Huaijin being hit on the back when he was trying to save her. When she woke up, she was covered in cold sweat. She still could not get out of the nightmare immediately.

Mu Qinghuan's heart ached as she handed her a cup of hot water. "Have some water. Leng Huaijin is safe and sound. He is now intravenous in the ward."

Shen Weiyang tightly held the glass of hot water and let out a sigh of relief. "As long as he is fine."

Mu Qinghuan felt that she was calm a little quickly. She looked at her and said, "He is already awake. Aren't you going to go and see him?"

Shen Weiyang did not say anything. She just held the glass in her hand and stared blankly.

Mu Qinghuan said curiously, "The two of you are really strange. After he woke up, he was also like this. First, he was worried about you. After knowing that you were fine, he calmed down and did not even look at you."