Hospital.
Song Yao went to the hospital with a fruit basket.
She had planned to lose both of her hands, but on second thought, Han Che was hurt because of her.
Even though Han Che was a sharp-tongued man, she still had to be grateful, in case she would be seized by a man in the future and be sarcastic again.
She pushed the door open and walked in.
Han Che closed his eyes and lay on the bed quietly.
She leaned over and glanced at him, raising her eyebrows. Was he still sleeping?
Putting the fruit basket gently on the table, Song Yao pulled a chair aside and sat down. She couldn't help but look at Han Che a few more times.
It was much better now than when he was awake.
He was a good person, but unfortunately, he had a mouth.
"When are you going to see it?"
The man's deep voice suddenly sounded in the ward, which startled her. She frowned and looked at him, "You're awake?" "I didn't sleep."