Chu Xinning sat down again and looked up at the medicine bottle hanging on the rack. Just as she turned her face, she saw the man open his eyes again, and she couldn't help but frown.
"Qin Zhaoyang!"
Qin Zhaoyang smiled at her, "I... I just wanted to ask... are you hurt from the fall?"
She had been a little mad at him for not being obedient, but upon hearing this, Chu Xinning almost cried again — even at this moment, he still remembered to ask if she was hurt.
She shook her head vigorously, "No, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Go... deal with... your wound."
Having said this, Qin Zhaoyang blinked, then slowly closed his eyes. He really couldn't hold on any longer and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Gently arranging the oxygen tube, Chu Xinning extended her fingers to gently intertwine with his left hand.
Two wedding rings shimmered under the light.
