Just a few seconds of waiting felt like a century for Sun Yazhu.
The "beep—beep—beep—" sound on the phone turned into a tear-inducing tune.
Sun Yazhu covered her lips, her eyes slightly reddened, and she quickly looked up at the ceiling.
On the other side, Ji Ning was focused on resting with her eyes closed, calming the turbulent superpowers within her.
There's still a tough battle to fight tonight.
When Feng Lei returned, he found Ji Ning lying straight on the empty bed in the hospital room, and couldn't help but lower his voice.
He sat beside Ye Tong's bed, quietly watching Ye Tong sleep.
The swelling on her face had subsided a bit, but it was still terribly red, swollen, and bruised.
Because she had external injuries, the doctor prescribed many bottles of drips. Feng Lei watched the liquid drip through the infusion tube as the blue and purple face from his memories gradually overlapped with Ye Tong's on the hospital bed.
