Sheng Yanxiao woke up that very night, but quickly fell asleep again. The next morning when he opened his eyes, he saw a fluffy head lying by his bedside. When he moved a little, a sharp pain shot through him, and he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Su Weiyi woke up immediately. Her hair was a bit messy; the pretty see-through bangs she had styled so well now had a single strand sticking up, like a hedgehog.
Su Weiyi couldn't care less what her hair looked like. She grabbed Sheng Yanxiao's hand nervously. "How are you? Is anything uncomfortable?"
Sheng Yanxiao's shoulder actually hurt like hell, but right now all his attention was on the hand she was clutching.
Su Weiyi's dark eyes were full of tension, and in those small pupils, slowly, there was only him. Sheng Yanxiao's heart was instantly filled to the brim.
