Chu Wuyang walked into the ward with a mix of indescribable emotions, her steps unsteady in shock.

Behind her, Li Yan silently closed the door for her.

The ward was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn, blocking out almost all the light, with only a faint wall lamp providing some illumination.

Even in the dim light, she noticed it immediately—this room.

It looks like it was only set up at the last minute.

The table was littered with cups and plates, the chair was askew, and the clothes in the corner looked like they had been pulled straight from a suitcase.

This was hardly a place that Jingmin, who was always so proud and picky, could tolerate.

Chu Wuyang frowned subconsciously.

She pushed open the door to the inner room and finally saw him—Jing Min on the hospital bed.

He lay quietly under the snow-white sheets, only his handsome, pale face visible.

His brow bone and nose bridge appeared particularly defined in the dim light, and a bandage was conspicuously wrapped around his forehead.

Her heart tightened.

Without thinking, she rushed forward, taking three steps at a time, and just as she raised her hand to check the wound...

But he seemed to have caught something in his peripheral vision.

Those tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her movements stopped.

Chu Wuyang slowly withdrew her hand and stared at him for a few seconds.

Jing Min did not move again, his breathing was deep and steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Perhaps it was the overly quiet atmosphere that was the problem.

She inexplicably leaned closer.

I haven't looked at that handsome face closely in a long time; it seems somewhat unfamiliar now.

She's more defined than I remember, a bit thinner, but her brow is always furrowed.

It's like they won't relax even in their sleep.

Her heart softened, and she gently touched his brow with her fingertips, wanting to ease his stubbornness.

Amazingly, the moment her hand touched it,

Those two furrowed brows obediently relaxed.

She paused for a moment, then actually smiled.

Unconsciously, her fingertips slid down his high, straight nose, finally stopping on his chapped lips—pale and bloodless, almost glaringly so.

That's when she noticed that he had lost weight.

His lips and tongue were dry, and his complexion was paler than normal, appearing sickly white.

They were dehydrated, yet they hadn't even had a glass of water.

Is there no one to take care of them?

Or is it because of physical limitations that I can't get up on my own?

Didn't Li Yan say it was nothing serious?

She had asked him before, but Jing Min's tone was so indifferent, even a bit perfunctory, that she thought he was faking illness to trick her into coming to keep him company.

So what did she say then? — "I'm busy, I'm very tired."

Were he very disappointed when he heard that?

It's so late, and there's not even anyone to keep watch over me. I'm sleeping alone in this cold hospital room, and there's not even anyone to pour me water—that blockhead Li Yan really can't be relied on.

She looked around, wanting to pour him a glass of water.

Although this inner ward was much cleaner than the outer living room, it seemed far too shabby compared to Yang Jinchu's room.

There wasn't even a teacup or a water dispenser in sight.

Chu Wuyang turned around, about to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, his wrist was suddenly grabbed—

The force wasn't particularly strong, but it came without warning and penetrated right to the bone.

She turned around abruptly.

The man on the hospital bed had opened his eyes at some point, and his dark eyes were staring silently at her.

"……woke up?"

Her voice softened, almost trembling.

He didn't answer, but tightened his grip on her wrist, preventing her from leaving.

Looking into his dark yet clear eyes, Wu Yang realized he didn't look like he had just woken up.

It's as if they were already awake or hadn't slept at all!

Chu Wuyang's face darkened, and she coldly shook off his arm.

"You're lying to me."

Jing Min sat up straight, looking over with a cool, distant gaze.

"You know how unpleasant it feels to be deceived?"