In the white hospital room, the man's tall figure stood by the window. He was still wearing the blue and white hospital gown, but his distinguished aura was impossible to hide.
Against the sunlight, Xia Wanwan couldn't see his face clearly, but she could imagine his expression at the moment. He must have been looking at her with utmost tenderness, a look reserved exclusively for Xia Wanwan, one that Xi Muchen only showed when he was looking at her.
Xia Wanwan nearly threw herself into the man's arms, her speed surprising both Cecile and Wei Yan who had also appeared at the door.
She pounced quickly and lightly, excited yet fearful of touching the injured Xi Muchen. Embracing the man, her arms wanted to squeeze tight yet feared to, caught in a wretched dilemma.
The man's light laughter rang above Xia Wanwan's head, and as she wavered, he enclosed her tightly in his arms.