"Xinxin..." Loh Xiaoan's legs went weak, leaning against the door frame, unable to muster the strength to walk inside.
Nan Mufeng gave him a deep look but said nothing and went in first.
"Qingqing, how is Xinxin today?" Nan Mufeng asked.
Shen Qingyan immediately reported, "Everything is fine. Blood pressure, heart rate... I've monitored it all."
"Hmm, thank you for your hard work." Nan Mufeng nodded, grateful for Qingqing's 24-hour care for Nan Moxin, allowing them some peace of mind.
"Qingqing, when will Xinxin wake up?" Loh Xiaoan asked. The morally upright military brother found himself choked up at this moment.
Xinxin was the most cherished person to him, yet when she was in danger, he wasn't by her side to help.
"Brother Xiaoan, it's hard to say. Aunt said three months." Shen Qingyan sighed gently while looking at Loh Xiaoan, suddenly realizing a detail: Loh Xiaoan likes Xinxin!
Poor Xinxin, the fool, hadn't noticed at all.
