The glow of the sunset filled the sky. As she leaned down, the golden light poured through the few strands of her hair.
He held his breath.
Completely still.
Feeling her breath, her scent, and her softness.
She was giving him mouth-to-mouth, repeatedly performing artificial respiration, but seeing no response from him, she grew more anxious.
In a moment of urgency, her gaze suddenly fell on his mask.
A hint of struggle flashed in her eyes.
But the next second, she resolutely reached out for his mask.
Never mind, if he doesn't wake up, he will die. What does it matter if his face is revealed?
But just as her hand touched it, he suddenly coughed, then choked out a mouthful of water.
"Cough, cough...!"
He clutched his chest, coughing out a few more mouthfuls of water, appearing pained as he tried to turn over.
Ruan Yiyi's eyes widened at this scene, and she quickly supported his shoulder, asking anxiously and worriedly, "Are you alright, I'll take you to the hospital now—!"
