Gu Qimiao went to the hospital with Xiaoxiao in the morning. When she saw Mo Ming lying on the bed, he appeared thinner than the last time she saw him, but there were no other noticeable changes.
Xiaoxiao sat by the bed, holding Mo Ming's hand, and smiled contentedly at Gu Qimiao. "Honestly, this isn't too bad. At least I can be with him every day. When he wakes up... he'll probably chase me away again."
"Xiaoxiao, don't think like that. If he knew you were taking care of him in the hospital, his view of you would definitely change."
"It doesn't really matter anymore. I just want him to be alright. Even if he continues to dislike me as much as before, I don't mind."
"Ding ding—" Gu Qimiao's phone rang in her pocket, and Xiaoxiao said, "It's definitely my big brother again. Gigi, you should go. I'll take care of things here."
