Lu Ming had stayed in the hospital with Yue Feng all night.
Yiren had slept for a while on the sofa in the VIP ward, while Lu Ming didn't sleep at all.
When morning came and it was just past six, Lu Ming had gone out to buy breakfast.
Yue Feng woke up to blurry vision, staring at the ceiling, momentarily unable to recognize where he was.
Gradually shifting his gaze, he looked at the young woman sleeping on the sofa.
Suddenly, Yue Feng remembered—what had he done yesterday?
He abruptly sat up in bed.
He ran through the events of last night in his mind.
Only then did he remember he had drunk too much, and he had no idea how he had ended up in the hospital.
He remembered dreaming, dreaming of Jing Yiren, wiping away his tears, apologizing for hitting him. He had even kissed Yiren.
Was it a dream or had it really happened? Yue Feng couldn't tell.
He threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Suddenly feeling dizzy, his legs gave out.
