"What? Don't recognize me?"
Chu Zhengran said from the bed.
All the treatment and medication at the hospital were the best, and his injuries were healing well, though he still couldn't move much for the time being.
The head of the bed was raised slightly, propping up his upper body a bit, as he looked at Qin Xia.
Qin Xia stared at him steadily, without speaking or moving.
Chu Zhengran smiled again, slowly raised his right hand, and extended it toward her, saying, "Come here."
Qin Xia glanced at his hand, froze for two seconds, then walked over to him.
Chu Zhengran placed his hand on the bed, turned his head to look at Qin Xia, and said, "Sit."
Qin Xia sat down on the chair beside the bed like a robot receiving a command.
Chu Zhengran looked at her carefully.
Qin Xia was so thin that she looked different.
She had tied her hair into a low ponytail, with some loose strands on her forehead, wearing a tracksuit. The clothes that used to fit her well now appeared a bit loose.
