Tianxing Xia stood in place, staring blankly at the empty hospital room, feeling as if everything she had just seen was an illusion.
Was he really here?
Or was it because she missed him so much that she had hallucinated it all? In reality, he had never come.
As she was thinking, Yuntian came back in with a glass of water.
He approached her and handed her the glass.
People are especially fragile when they're injured.
Looking at the face she longed for day and night, Tianxing Xia's nose felt sour, her eyes quickly averted in panic. She reluctantly endured the pain, raised her hand to take the glass, and took a sip.
The warm water slid down her throat, warming her stomach along its path, diluting some of the sourness in her heart.
Struggling to sit back on the bed and lowering her head to look at the cup in her hand, she bit her lip and said, "Why did you come?"
