In the hospital room.
Su Wan leaned against the head of the bed, staring motionlessly at the man who had appeared in the room two minutes ago.
He furrowed his brows, his complexion not looking too good, with dark circles under his eyes, seeming not much more spirited than her. Wearing a shirt and trousers, with the bright blue cufflinks she gifted him on his wrists, which were particularly eye-catching.
Fu Weiheng was somewhat angry.
But he was angry at himself.
He wasn't by her side at this critical moment, and if he hadn't been uneasy and let Jiang Zhiyan send her home last night, what would have happened if she were alone at home?
He didn't dare to imagine.
But fortunately, she was fine.
...
Jiang Zhiyan woke up at dawn.
At that time, seeing that Su Wan's complexion had eased considerably, he gave a few instructions to the nurse on duty, then hurriedly rushed home intending to take a shower and charge his phone before returning to the hospital.
