On her way back, she was suddenly gripped by a strange feeling.
She strode to the bedside; under the dim light, Wan Donglin opened his eyes.
Overjoyed, she blurted out, "Brother Donglin… Brother Donglin… you're awake?"
He gazed at her for a long moment, then reached out his hand.
What kind of joy was this?
She immediately clasped his outstretched right hand in both of hers.
"Xixi…"
Tears of happiness spilled over; she was almost incoherent. "Brother Donglin, Brother Donglin…"
Last night, even though he had opened his eyes for a moment, he hadn't spoken. Who knew if he'd forgotten her? But now he was calling her name so clearly and accurately.
"Brother Donglin, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
He simply savored the warmth of her palms, and gave a very weak smile.
"Brother Donglin, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere right now? If you feel unwell anywhere, you have to tell me…"
