They said she'd wake up in an hour, but an hour and a half later she hadn't!
Xia Chuyan was inexplicably scolded; she only said she might wake up in an hour or so, but ultimately it depends on Xia Weibao's condition.
What doctor can accurately predict when a patient will wake up?
It's not anesthesia; it's not exactly an hour.
Though it's unjustified, she doesn't argue with a man with PMS!
Seeing Xia Weibao's fingers move slightly, Lu Hualiang stiffened, staring at her face with tension and eagerness.
"Honey, honey?"
Xia Weibao weakly opened her eyes, seeing the face she had thought about day and night right in front of her, her eyes instantly welled up.
She didn't cry, instead looked on in silence, her gaze complex, silently shedding tears.
The unspoken sadness shattered Lu Hualiang's heart.
"Honey, don't cry, I'm here."
Xia Weibao looked at him through tear-filled eyes, "Husband, I miss you so much, when will you come rescue me."
