When Shen Weilan pushed the door open, Lu Hechen was lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking like a walking corpse, completely drained of his soul.
Weilan felt a slight shock seeing Lu Hechen like this.
Looking closely, Lu Hechen's face was noticeably thinner.
His complexion was very pale, a bit yellow, and his lips were a light color.
It was clear that this was caused by excessive blood loss.
The perilous moment of that night flashed in front of her eyes.
Weilan's heart ached painfully.
He risked his life to save her.
His love for her was above life itself.
That was enough.
Weilan completely released the knot in her heart.
Looking at him, she didn't immediately step inside.
She just wanted to look at him properly; this moment brought her immense peace of mind.
He was alive; it was truly wonderful.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again to look at Lu Hechen, she found he was already looking at her.
