Lu Yanchuan woke up in the early hours of the fifth day, and upon opening his eyes, he saw Qiao Yi, who was lying by his bedside.
Qiao Yi was holding one of his hands, her mouth agape, sleeping against the edge of the bed. Lu Yanchuan carefully moved his hand, trying to withdraw it.
Although Lu Yanchuan's movements were as light as possible, they still woke up Qiao Yi.
"You're awake! You're really awake!"
Rubbing her eyes and sitting up, Qiao Yi thought she was dreaming when she saw the smiling Lu Yanchuan looking at her. It was only after she pinched herself hard on the arm that she cried out in surprise.
Lu Yanchuan pulled over Qiao Yi's hand and saw the red mark on it, his heart aching uncontrollably.
"How could you be so silly? Don't ever pinch yourself again."
Qiao Yi nodded hurriedly and burst into Lu Yanchuan's arms, crying uncontrollably, until the doctors came to examine Lu Yanchuan and separated them.
