"What is wrong?" Huo Feng asked, his brows knitting in worry.
Yue Ning snapped out of her reverie and shook her head.
"I was only... thinking," she replied softly. She tried to smile, but the pain tugged sharply at her injuries. Her brows creased, and a thin layer of sweat glistened on her forehead.
"Don't move," Huo Feng murmured immediately. He reached for a tissue and gently wiped her temples, his movements cautious. "The doctor said you should rest. Your ribs are still healing."
Yue Ning gave a faint nod, her gaze lowering. The dull ache in her side throbbed with every breath she took, a painful reminder of how close she'd come to death.
He sat back in the chair beside her bed, fatigue shadowing his eyes. "You were unconscious for almost twelve hours," he said quietly. "When I saw you lying there… I thought I'd lost you."
Her heart clenched. She could hear the unspoken fear in his voice.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to worry you."
