Mu Xingfeng!
The scene of the drug dealer raising the rocket launcher replayed before her eyes. An Ran subconsciously clenched her fists, realizing her hand was wrapped in a warm, large palm.
All the white surroundings and the faint smell of disinfectant in the air finally made her certain that she was in a hospital now.
The tiny movement in her palm startled the man leaning by the bedside awake.
Mu Xingfeng lifted his head. His eyes were not the least bit sleepy, with a sharp gaze like a leopard prowling in the night.
However, when he saw the girl on the bed, he hesitantly rubbed his eyes, his deep eyes full of incredulous joy. He stared unblinking at the girl on the bed, afraid that if he blinked, it would turn out to be just a hallucination.
Had his girl woken up?
Was he not dreaming?
Mu Xingfeng slowly reached out his hand, wanting to touch but not daring to, hovering it just above An Ran's cheek.
