Fu Mianmian's face couldn't hide the loss, but she didn't show it. She mentioned how Chi Yue was doing now and then reluctantly ended the call.
Chi Yue had soothed her all night before finally stabilizing Fu Mianmian's emotions. At last, she went back to her room, satisfied, and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Chi Yue suddenly woke up, eyes snapping open, and vaguely saw a figure standing at the foot of the bed.
She sat up in shock, turned on the bedside lamp, and froze in the moment.
The man walked over to the bed with long strides, reached out to brush away the hair that fell across her face, but Chi Yue recoiled as if frightened.
The man's hand paused mid-air for a long time before he withdrew it to his side, "Did I wake you?"
Chi Yue's heart felt tight, "What exactly do you mean?"
"How's your recovery? Do you still feel discomfort anywhere?"
