"Mmm..." In the early morning, Gao Lingwei let out a lazy hum, slowly turning her head and opening her drowsy eyes.
To her right was a bright window.
The winter sun outside was a bit dazzling. As it shone on her face, she squinted slightly.
'Where am I...?'
She took a sniff.
'The smell of disinfectant. A hospital?'
"Huh?" Gao Lingwei turned her head and saw Rong Taotao sitting in a chair to her left, slumped over the side of the bed.
He was holding her hand, his head turned to the side, resting on the back of her hand as he slept soundly.
Although her hand was a little numb, Gao Lingwei didn't pull it away immediately. Instead, she recalled the events of last night.
New Year's Eve, the night market street.
Behind her, the clamorous crowd, full of laughter and cheer.
Before her, a sharp dagger, plunging into her heart again and again...
Gao Lingwei bit her lip. She ran her right hand through her long hair and took a deep breath. Her once-hazy eyes now held a sharp glint.
