No one knew how long Lin Beichen had been standing by the window, but when he finally emerged from the director's office, Song Xiangdong's subordinates hurried over to him.
"The director asked me to inform you that Miss Zhou Ya has woken up."
Upon hearing this news, Lin Beichen let out a long sigh of relief. This was probably the only good news for him in recent days.
Lin Beichen felt happy that Zhou Ya was out of danger and had regained consciousness. However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
For a moment, Lin Beichen didn't know how to face Zhou Ya. After all, it was because of him that her arm was crippled.
Lost in thought, Lin Beichen walked unconsciously into Zhou Ya's room. Zhou Ya, leaning against her pillows, appeared calm, her thoughts unreadable.
Such matters don't just go away by evading them; facing them head-on is better than hiding.
"You're here?"
