"Awake?" Zhuo Xiangqiao strode to Lin Yue's bedside and held her, saying.
Lin Yue nodded, smelling the Amberwood Fragrance on him, and her previously restless heart immediately settled down.
"Give me the bowl," he said, extending his hand to Zhuo Yixin.
Zhuo Yixin carefully handed him the bowl and then left the area.
Zhuo Xiangqiao carefully fed her, occasionally reaching for a tissue to wipe the soup from her lips.
"I want to go back now," Lin Yue said, pulling on Zhuo Xiangqiao's clothes as she spoke to him.
"Why do you want to go back now?" he asked, setting down the bowl as he looked at her.
Lin Yue, eyes cast down, said, "I just want to go back." Being in the hospital really was too oppressive; every time she thought about the cycle of life and death within these walls, her heart grew heavier.
"Alright, I'll ask Dr. Yang about it when we see her later," Zhuo Xiangqiao said with a smile.
