In the past, it was always Bai Cheng'an's deep gaze watching her. She had never taken a good look at Bai Cheng'an's sleeping face. Tonight, it was as if she had come to know Bai Cheng'an again and, in turn, recognized herself anew. For the first time, she cherished him as if he were her own possession, with attachment, affection, and admiration, gently caressing Bai Cheng'an, holding his hand in hers.
In the morning, Qian Sisi went to see Qian Chen.
Qian Chen was still in a coma, his whole body wrapped in bandages, lying motionless on the hospital bed. Miao Peiqin held his hand, sitting by the bed sighing in distress. When she saw Qian Sisi come in, she quickly gathered her sorrowful expression.
"Why don't you get some sleep? It's been a whole night!" Miao Peiqin complained.
Qian Sisi sat by the bed, "I'm not tired! How is Xiaochen?"
