Jiang Qingli stared blankly at him.
Only then did she realize that at some point, she had been carried to the bed. She was now lying with Qin Muye on the spacious hospital bed, covered by a thin blanket.
The young man's familiar warmth enveloped her, a long-missed comfort that stood in stark contrast to the near-death agony from moments before.
Jiang Qingli opened her mouth to say something, but her vision quickly blurred.
Qin Muye, who had just been trying to act cool, instantly panicked when he saw her tears welling up. He carefully wiped them away.
But when Jiang Qingli saw the various bandages and IV tubes wrapped around his arm, her eyes only grew redder.
Qin Muye could usually curse up a storm, but he was completely clueless when it came to comforting people. He stammered for a long time, only managing to repeat a few phrases like, "Don't cry," "I was wrong," and "Honey."
