The bedroom was still filled with the lingering heat and languid atmosphere. Lin Jie and An Kexin lay side by side on the bed, both utterly exhausted.
An Kexin rested her head on Lin Jie's shoulder, habitually tracing the scar on his chest with her finger, and softly called out, "A-Jie!"
Lin Jie looked at the soft light hitting the pale yellow ceiling, feeling an indescribable comfort and relaxation. However, a wave of drowsiness swept over him, his eyelids heavy as if weighed down with lead, making him want to drift into sleep.
Upon hearing An Kexin's somewhat ethereal voice, he fought against the sleepiness, murmuring softly, "Hm?"
"You know, with so many renowned medical institutions inviting you, your skills must be acknowledged worldwide, right?"
"I guess so!"
"I feel like it's all just a dream."
"I still remember the first time I saw you, so handsome and shy like the boy next door. Now you've transformed into a leading figure in the medical field."
