Eva Nightingale drank half a bowl of porridge, then nestled into Lucas Knight's chest, wrapping her arms around him.
Her behavior made him uneasy. What was wrong with her?
As he was pondering, the door to the ward was knocked on, and two experts walked in: "Hello, Mr. President, hello, Young Madam."
"Young Madam, you must get good rest recently. If you feel any discomfort, be sure to let us know."
...
After saying a bunch of things, they finally left, unable to help but sigh, envious of Eva Nightingale! Really envy to the point of death.
Inside the room, Eva Nightingale remained motionless.
Lucas Knight's breathing was low, he started to speak: "Honey?"
Eva Nightingale did not respond.
He paused: "Honey?"
Still no response from Eva Nightingale.
He could almost be sure the little woman had fallen asleep!
