Sheng Tang usually doesn't get sick often, but when she does, she falls seriously ill.
When she slowly regained consciousness and opened her eyes, she saw the white ceiling.
The room was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant and medicine, which wasn't unpleasant. Instead, it exuded a sense of cleanliness and calm.
She didn't move because she really had no strength.
Slightly turning her head, she saw Gu Shiting.
Gu Shiting was lying on her hospital bed, holding her hand with one of his hands.
On his wrist was that ridiculous and cheap bracelet, which Sheng Tang had made for him.
His family was immensely wealthy; he could afford any expensive bracelet, yet he cherished this worthless one, wearing it proudly and showing it off everywhere.
A few strands of warmth slipped through Sheng Tang's heart.
She really wanted to touch his short hair, like stroking her own child.
She also wanted to promise him sooner.
