She seemed to be experiencing something terribly frightening in a nightmare.
Her face was deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat.
Her body, out of control, began to slowly curl up.
Xu Ji held the arm that was being infused, leaned in slightly, and whispered into her ear,
"Mingxi, Mingxi, ..."
"Don't be afraid."
He didn't know how many times he had repeated these words before they finally reached her heart.
She gradually calmed down, and her breathing finally began to slow and stabilize once more.
Xu Ji moved his somewhat aching hand and, holding her fingers, lay wearily at the bedside.
...
Gu Xi slept for a long time before waking up.
It was hunger that had roused her, mostly.
When she opened her eyes, she stared at the pure white ceiling, her mind blank for a moment, slightly bewildered.
After a while, she slowly began to remember.
Then she shifted her gaze and glanced out the window.
It was already dark.