At one in the morning, Mandara Manor fell into tranquility once again.
On the hospital bed in the medical room, Long Yutian lay prone, his back wrapped tightly in white gauze. The medical waste bin next to the bed was filled with many bloodstained gauzes, looking startling. Xia Yanxin found breathing somewhat difficult.
From the engagement ceremony until now, she had been angry with him, annoyed by him, weary of him, avoiding him, wishing he would just disappear from this world…
Yet now, seeing him injured like this, she felt so sad she wanted to cry! She still loved him! Hopelessly so.
She slowly crouched down, took hold of his large hand, and he lay still, motionless, appearing as though he had passed out.
As she watched, she couldn't help but let tears fall…
"Stop crying; I'm not dead!" he suddenly said.
She jumped, quickly letting go of his hand, and only then did she notice he had turned his face towards her with a mischievous smile on his handsome face.