As soon as he left, Luo Qiangwei slid down against the wall, covering her face with both hands and taking deep breaths.
Mo Shiche woke up in the middle of the night.
Upon opening his eyes, his first reaction was that Luo Qiangwei might have left with Yan Chu. He subconsciously tried to prop himself up to call someone to chase after them.
But any movement sent pain through his entire body, and the whole hospital bed shook violently.
The woman resting her head by the bed woke up immediately, clumsily getting up to switch on the light, her voice muffled with sleepiness as she asked, "You're awake? Does any part of you hurt?"
With a click, the entire room was enveloped in a warm glow.
Mo Shiche stared at the woman's anxious face, a half-second of stunned silence—
Seeing that he lay motionless, Luo Qiangwei thought his wound had split open again, and hurriedly turned to find a doctor. Mo Shiche's eyes narrowed, and he tried to get up again, "Sheng Tang!"