Inside the hospital room, the outside was already a deep ink color.
The Arctic night came early and thoroughly, with no moon, only the unrelenting wind and snow howling in the darkness.
The soft wall lamp in the room was the only light source.
Fang Qingyu still sat on the chair beside the bed, eyes closed in meditation.
Suddenly, there was a very slight movement from the hospital bed, the rustling sound of fabric.
Fang Qingyu instantly opened his eyes.
His gaze accurately directed at the hospital bed.
Jiang Wei had woken up.
She slowly opened her eyes, those ruby-like pupils appearing somewhat hazy under the light, carrying the confusion of just waking up.
She seemed somewhat unaccustomed to her body's "new state".
First, she blinked somewhat sluggishly, then her gaze fell on her hand resting outside the quilt.
It was a girl's hand, fair, slender, with distinct joints, carrying the sheen of youth.
No longer the small, plump hands from her memory.
