The bronzed skin had taken on a sickly waxy hue, and the mere sight of the comatose Mu Shengfeng's pallor made Chi Yunxi's heart ache terribly.
Not daring to let herself idle for fear that her tears would fall uncontrollably, Chi Yunxi sniffed and got up to go to the bathroom.
Bringing out a basin of hot water, Chi Yunxi took a towel and wiped Mu Shengfeng's face, hands, and the exposed skin on his body.
Seeing so many healed yet scarred wounds on him, Chi Yunxi's tears fell with a drip.
As if scalded, the fingers of the comatose Mu Shengfeng trembled slightly.
Once everything was done, it was already three in the morning, Ruan Xu came to check on the situation and, seeing there was no major issue, expressed concern for Chi Yunxi before turning and leaving.
The bedroom once again plunged into silence, Chi Yunxi sat in the chair by the bedside, staring blankly at Mu Shengfeng, lost in memories.
Chi Yunxi had met Mu Shengfeng in Ireland.
