After arranging everything, the old man Gu Jingchen finally felt at ease. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Like Pin Hao, the man struggled to stand up, steadied himself, and waited for his body to adjust to the dizziness before striding towards the ward of the beloved little woman.
The man arrived at the ward of his beloved little woman. Xixia was sleeping soundly. The little girl's condition was already very stable. She had just finished her IV, and because of extreme tension, the doctor gave her a sedative injection. She wore the hospital's blue and white patient gown, her long hair draped over her shoulders, shining with a soft luster, faintly revealing her delicate collarbones and swan-like elegant neck. The little girl's long eyelashes slightly curled, like butterfly wings, her small mouth exuding a slight rosy hue from the deep sleep, looking very pretty.
