"Awake?"
A magnetic male voice came from not too far away.
Lin Qian lowered her eyes to look and saw Yin Moran on the sofa not far away, rising to walk toward her bed as he saw her wake up.
"Mr. Yin."
Lin Qian struggled to sit up but felt sore all over, and her right foot was wrapped in gauze like a white zongzi, unable to move.
"Don't move, just lie down and rest."
Yin Moran walked to the front of the hospital bed, his features calm, looking down at her from above.
He had changed into a new suit. Under the warm yellow light, his features were still stunningly handsome, mesmerizing to behold.
Scenes of the man walking briskly forward with her on his back flashed through her mind.
Broad shoulders, steady strides, giving a sense of security.
Lin Qian was touched inside, and she smiled gratefully at him, "Mr. Yin, thank you once again for your timely rescue."