A week later, Fang Shaohan finally woke up.
At that time, Gu Xiaoqing was using a damp towel to wipe Fang Shaohan's body. The open collar revealed a chest wrapped in gauze, so thin that only ribs could be seen.
The warm towel glided over the ribs on the chest, and Gu Xiaoqing no longer felt sadness at such a sight, leaving only practiced movements. The hands in the process of wiping suddenly felt a piercing gaze.
Raising her head, Gu Xiaoqing met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
Fang Shaohan thought he was in a dream for quite a while—the eyes so close, with a gaze like water, the gentle fingers brushing over his chest, and the familiar scent—all indicating that this was the woman he had been longing for.
Yet, he doubted he was dreaming, as all memories told him that the explosion, the severe injury, and the penetration and pain when the bullet struck his chest clearly showed he was hurt.
He was badly injured, so how could he possibly see Gu Xiaoqing?
