Ji Anning had just looked away and turned to enter the ward, closing the door behind her. She went directly into the bathroom, poured out the water in the basin and replaced it with fresh water. She walked to the bedside, placing the basin on the stool next to it.
Then she bent down to sit at the edge of the bed, her gaze deeply fixed on Ji Chicheng.
Observing his brows, his thick, long eyelashes, his closed eyes, his high nose bridge, his chapped lips, she couldn't help but smile.
"Weren't you going to wipe my legs? Why did you stop?"
Ji Anning thought of many things, many memories of their youth, and laughed foolishly.
The man lying unconscious on the bed suddenly spoke, startling her. She thought it was an illusion, but when she looked over, the man's handsome, almond-shaped eyes were open, expressionlessly staring at her.
She opened her mouth in surprise, "You... When did you wake up?"
