"Zhizhi."

Jian Yuelan shuddered, "What's wrong?"

She ran over in a hurry, but her body fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

"I'm awake."

He placed one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head, not daring to use force. His movements were gentle as if he was treating a delicate and soft petal.

"You don't have to stay strong. You can cry."

Jian Yuelan looked up at him. His eyes were like a deep ravine, filled with heartache.

In an instant, everything around me faded away.

Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“······Welcome back, Lao Ye!”

After a long time, Ye Linxing heard a hoarse, choked voice, and warm liquid fell into his neck and shoulders, burning his heart.

Jian Yuelan was really aggrieved and scared. Except for crying once on the day her parents arrived, she remained as calm as usual for the rest of the time.

But at this moment, she hugged him and cried in his arms.

More than ten minutes later, Mr. Jian, who lived in Mingxue dormitory and received the news, hurried over.

It was a young nurse who was on shift change who informed him that Ye Linxing had woken up. He was so happy that he kept praying for the ancestors to bless him.

He walked across the corridor to Ye Linxing's ward. He pushed open the half-closed door and was about to speak when he saw his daughter curled up on the hospital bed, sleeping soundly, her head resting on his son-in-law's knees, under the dim light.

Hearing the noise, Ye Linxing, who had been looking at Jian Yuelan with his head down without blinking, turned around and looked over.

"dad."

He called out softly and pointed at the sleeping Jian Yuelan, signaling him to be gentler and not wake her up.

Father Jane rolled his eyes. This was his daughter, and he knew what was going on.

However, the brat is quite thoughtful.

He came to Ye Linxing quietly like a thief, grabbed Ye Linxing's hand and took his pulse.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're recovering well."