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In the hospital bed.
Leng Zimo's emotions gradually settled under Luo Xiaoqian's comfort, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Luo Xiaoqian stood up, turned off the small bedside lamp, and sat down on the chair next to the bed, extending her hand to gently hold his.
The hospital bed was too narrow for two people, and she didn't want to disturb his rest. Although there was a caregiver's bed nearby, she didn't want to leave him.
Tonight, she wanted to stay with him all along.
In the dark hospital room, the only sounds were their breathing.
Leng Zimo on the pillow wasn't sleeping very peacefully, as the pressure from the tumor caused him to have nightmares.
Seeing him frown, Luo Xiaoqian immediately stood up and used her fingers to gently smooth his slightly furrowed brow.
"Don't worry, Zimo, I'm here, your Xiaoqian is here, sleep well..."
Perhaps her comfort had an effect, and Leng Zimo gradually became calm.
