Xia Siyu sat on the hospital bed, her knees tucked to her chest, staring out the window even though the dazzling sunlight hurt her eyes, she stubbornly kept looking for a long time.
It seemed that only by doing so, could she disperse the dense ink-like darkness in her eyes.
"Focus on healing, let everything else take its course," Li Qiao said in a calm tone, breaking the silence in the hospital room.
Xia Siyu moved stiffly, she lifted her eyelids and reached out her hand towards Li Qiao.
As their equally cool fingertips touched, Xia Siyu burst into tears.
Her sobs were unstoppable, and she tried to speak several times, but her tears only surged more fiercely, and after a while, she finally asked intermittently, "Is... is Li San the same?"
She had heard the news of Shen Qingye being shot and hospitalized as soon as she woke from her coma.
