The bodyguards exchanged glances again, then said helplessly, "Alright, Young Mistress, please hurry up. If the Young Master wakes up, it will be hard for us to explain."
Xiaonuan nodded excitedly, completely unaware of the slyness in the bodyguards' eyes.
With a heart full of joy, she carefully pushed open the door to the hospital room.
Sure enough, Nangong Yaoling was lying on the bed by the window, eyes closed, emitting steady breaths in the air.
The curtains were half-drawn, and the light in the room was somewhat dim. Xiaonuan tiptoed to the bedside.
Looking at Nangong Yaoling's handsome sleeping face and the striped hospital gown he was wearing, Xiaonuan felt a slight pang of heartache.
She placed the lunchbox she was holding on the table beside him.
His complexion looked a bit pale. Although he had received a blood transfusion, he still needed time to recuperate.
Xiaonuan sat on a chair nearby, wanting to reach out and hold his hand.
