She stared blankly at the white ceiling, resembling a soulless "walking corpse".
The door was pushed open from the outside.
A tall and handsome man walked in slowly.
The rustling sound of footsteps landed steadily on the floor, finally stopping beside Jian Liangtong's bed.
Jian Liangtong continued to look at the ceiling, her face as pale as the white quilt covering her.
Huo Shaojun's cold eyes were deep and complex as he stared at Jian Liangtong, his heart still pounded by waves, his voice hoarse, "That child..."
Huo Shaojun had just opened his mouth.
Jian Liangtong's vacant eyes suddenly flashed with color, as if jolted awake from a dream. She took a sharp breath, threw off the quilt, sat up, and was about to get out of bed.
Huo Shaojun squinted his eyes, catching her arm before she could get down.
"Where's Hao Hao?" Jian Liangtong asked anxiously, turning her head to stare at Huo Shaojun.
Hao Hao?
