In the hospital room, Xie Qinghuan was chattering on, and when she looked up again, she found that Qiao Mo had sohow already fallen asleep.
She sighed lightly, her gaze softening.
She carefully adjusted the blanket for her, gently placing her hand back under the cover to prevent the IV tube and monitor wires from being pressed.
The door to the hospital room opened, and she looked up, her gaze falling on Fu Nancheng’s bloodshot eyes. Her look beca complex as she softly said, "She’s asleep."
"Mm." Fu Nancheng responded lightly, his gaze fixed on Qiao Mo’s small face, unable to look away.
"Take good care of her. If anything happens to her again, I will not let you off." Xie Qinghuan stood up, a hint of warning in her eyes.
"Alright." He responded softly.
At first, upon hearing the news, she wanted nothing more than to give Fu Nancheng a couple of slaps.
After all, originally, when Qiao Mo was with Jiang Jinghao, although there was familial trouble, she didn’t suffer much hardship.
But after being with him, no one knew better than her how much Qiao Mo had suffered.
Yet at this mont, seeing the bloodshot veins in his eyes and his crumpled suit stained with blood, she suddenly couldn’t bla him anymore.
Matters of the heart, perhaps an outsider like her would never understand.
Her tone softened sowhat, and she said gently, "I wrote you a list of snacks she usually likes, along with the addresses. You can have soone buy them for her."
Fu Nancheng still responded very lightly, "Okay, thank you."
Xie Qinghuan glanced sowhat uneasily at Qiao Mo on the bed, only then closing the door quietly and leaving to call Jiang Jinghao.
...
After she left, Fu Nancheng remained motionless at the bedside, looking at her, distracted.
His large hand gently fell on the edge of the bed, his fingertips trembling slightly as they touched her smooth fingers. A bit hesitantly, he finally gently grasped one of her fingers, slowly saying, "It’s good that you’re awake."
The room remained quiet, interspersed only with the sound of her even breathing.
She was still asleep, yet it seed as if just watching her brought him imnse comfort. The accumulated fatigue and fear of the past few days surged over him like a tide, causing his eyelids to grow heavy.
Unconsciously, he too fell asleep by the bedside.
Until the mild noon sunlight filled the room, bringing a faint warmth, and Qiao Mo slowly opened her eyes once more.
She felt like she had slept for a very long ti, so long that only a world of darkness remained.
She turned her head slightly, catching the scent of sunshine.
She looked a bit wistfully at the blue sky outside the window, and a faint smile curved at the corners of her mouth; it’s good to be alive.
Retracting her gaze, she imdiately caught sight of the figure by the bed.
He slept with his face turned sideways, resting on one arm, while his other hand still grasped her index finger.
Sunlight scattered over him, the stray hairs on his forehead and his long eyelashes cast a shadow...
Qiao Mo found herself a bit distracted, her fingers slowly falling on his chin.
The stubble on his chin seed to have gone unkempt for several days, feeling rough to the touch, lending him a sowhat disheveled appearance.
Her fingertips lightly stroked, sliding down his chin to his lips.
His lips, usually soft and pink, were now sowhat pale and dry, as if suffering from dehydration, making one feel exceptionally distressed.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze. She never intended to be a hero, being timid and afraid of death.
Yet, when she saw the gun’s muzzle in that instant, her body seed more honest than her brain; she just instinctively didn’t want him to get hurt.
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