"Alright, Mrs. Gu, please take charge of supervision from now on."
...
Han Siming didn't wake up until nine o'clock in the evening, and when he did, he faintly came to.
Upon awakening, he instinctively searched for Jian Ran's slender body, his gaze falling on the woman in front of him peeling an apple, his thin lips curving slightly.
"Ranran."
Jian Ran heard the man's weak call and looked up at him—his complexion was poor, and he was very weak. She spoke softly,
"Don't move yet, I'm going to call the nurse."
After speaking, Jian Ran hurriedly pressed the call button to summon the attending physician to check on the condition.
"Mhm."
Han Siming looked at the woman before him... somewhat dazed.
It was rare... for Jian Ran to sit before him so calmly and peacefully, her words filled with concern.
It felt like an illusion, like stolen time.
"Have you had a check-up? Are you alright?"