When she woke up, Song Yinyin's forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
Realizing she was dreaming, she sighed in relief and raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
"Yinyin." A man's hoarse voice came from the left.
Song Yinyin turned her head, and at a glance saw Lu Jihan, who had just awakened, looking at her with half-open eyes.
"Jinhan, you're awake?!"
Song Yinyin joyfully grabbed one of his large hands.
Lu Jihan nodded slightly, "I'm feeling better."
"Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, but..." The pause in his sentence startled Song Yinyin, making her heart leap to her throat.
Lu Jihan gave a shallow smile and nodded with a bit of fatigue, "But my head is still a little dizzy."
Song Yinyin exhaled, closed her eyes for a moment, thankful it was just dizziness.
Noticing her concern, with shadows under her eyes, Lu Jihan couldn't help but feel pained, wondering how many hours she had slept last night?
