Jiang Yang woke up, and when he heard the name she called out, the bitterness in his heart deepened. He slowly lifted his head and looked at the woman on the bed, who had somewhat regained her vitality, and he said, "It's me."
A hint of unfamiliarity flashed in Wei Anning's eyes. The man's hair was meticulously combed back, his features were mature, and his eyes showed shrewdness along with a trace of disappointment. She looked at him for a long time before she vaguely recognized him.
"Jiang Yang? Why is it you?" she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and joy.
Jiang Yang stared at her. She hadn't recognized him immediately, and the bitterness in his heart grew. "I almost ran into you just now, and then I brought you to the hospital. The doctor said you have a mild concussion, so don't move around."
