The dimly lit room was filled with the soft, rhythmic beat of Stacy's heart. Mr. Qin sat motionless beside Stacy's on the bed, his eyes never straying from her face.
The pale fluorescent light cast a gentle glow on her features, highlighting the worry lines that creased her forehead.
There were moments when her eyebrows knitted together in a frown, and times when her lips formed a tight, worried expression.
Each of these micro-expressions drew Mr. Qin's attention, making his heart ache with concern and empathy.
Yet, amidst the anxiety, there were moments when Stacy's features relaxed slightly, and her face seemed to soften. Each time this happened, a faint smile would grace Mr. Qin's lips.
It was a smile of relief, a silent acknowledgment that she was on the path to recovery. The night seemed endless, but he was determined to stay by her side, watching over her like a guardian angel.