Zuo Aiai sat on the chair by the bed, looking at him. Clearly, he was the injured one, yet her small face appeared paler than his, especially with her eyes swollen from crying, making her complexion look as white as paper.
Ji Nanfeng's heart ached for her, but he couldn't say anything, couldn't comfort her, and he definitely couldn't tell her the truth.
Thankfully, the plan had gone smoothly, with no mishaps.
"Secretary Zhou, can I stay here as his caregiver?" Zuo Aiai suddenly thought of something and raised her head to ask Secretary Zhou.
Given Ji Nanfeng's current condition, she would never leave him. But she understood that, even though he was injured this badly, she still didn't have the right to stay by his side to care for him.
Little Zhou hesitated and didn't respond.
Zuo Aiai realized something and stood up.
Ji Changjun and Li Fang didn't enter the room; instead, they sat outside, their minds heavy with worry.
