Ling Chuxia quickly reached out her hand, took the piece of paper, lowered her dark eyes, unfolded it, and the words on the paper caught her eye.
"Take good care of yourself, I had to leave earlier. — Sunshine."
Mr. S?
Ling Chuxia slightly widened her eyes, full of astonishment. The person who had saved her last night and had taken her to the hospital was Mr. S?
How could that be...?
What on earth had happened? Ling Chuxia tried hard to recall, but her mind was a blank, and she involuntarily grabbed at her hair, still unable to remember anything.
For some reason, just before she completely lost consciousness, she had faintly sensed a familiar presence, so familiar that it caused her heart to flutter involuntarily.
But if Mr. S was the one who saved her, why did he feel familiar?
