Pei Yiting furrowed his brows slightly, gently touching the needle marks on her chest, his whole body taut with tension.
Either she woke up by herself or was awakened by his touch, Xia Yueqing slowly opened her eyes.
In her line of sight was a familiar figure, with a strikingly cool profile that irresistibly drew her gaze.
About a second later, Xia Yueqing's mind cleared, and she widened her eyes in surprise at the man before her.
Pei Yiting sighed softly, took her hand, and said warmly, "You woke up so quickly? Did I wake you?"
"Why are you back so soon?" Xia Yueqing blinked, the man in front of her hadn't disappeared.
So she was sure she wasn't dreaming.
"I missed you." Pei Yiting's deep voice sounded as he pulled her frail body into his arms, shocked by her thinness.
"What happened these past few days? Why are there so many needle marks on the back of your hand?"
