When Ruan Yuan woke up, the night had already deepened.
She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, gradually pulling her thoughts away from the abandoned building in the suburbs.
"Hungry?"
A man's gentle voice suddenly sounded by her ear.
She turned her head and immediately met those worry-filled eyes—the eyes of the man she adored.
Ruan Yuan suddenly smiled, a smile as brilliant as the scorching sun, radiant and piercing: "When did you arrive?"
"This afternoon." Shi Yin adjusted the hospital bed higher and placed two pillows behind her back to make her more comfortable.
He opened the insulated container on the bedside table, scooped out a spoonful of plain congee, tested the temperature, then brought it to her lips.
Ruan Yuan stared intently at him; the man was still wearing the suit he had put on in the morning, but its hem now bore a few unseemly creases.
If this were any other day, he would never tolerate such creases.
