Gu Jingchen, however, did not.
At this moment, the man rested his strong arms behind his head. His jet-black eyes carried a sense of desolation. For the first time in his life, the man who had always pushed himself relentlessly and held himself to the highest standards was now staring powerlessly at the stack of documents on the small table by his hospital bed, completely devoid of the will to work.
The scenes from the daytime played over and over again in his mind like a movie. His emotions rose and fell like ocean waves, and eventually, his sculpted face could only muster a faint, bitter smile. Defeated, he extended his long fingers to push the table-laden with papers away, abandoning his work entirely.
"The most important thing now is to bring that little woman home. Without her, I can't seem to accomplish anything."
Gu Jingchen, looking utterly despondent, awkwardly lifted the blanket, his face darkening several shades.
