The next day, at eight in the morning, the sunlight filtered through the beige sheer curtains and fell on the lilies, bringing a touch of warmth and romance to the hospital room.
Tang Mei slowly opened her eyes and looked around, spotting a familiar figure.
"It smells so nice. Did you save me?"
Wang Jinhui put down the medicine instruction booklet in his hand and walked to her bedside, looking at the frail Tang Mei with a surge of sorrow in his heart.
"You finally woke up. Do you know how worried I was last night? Fortunately, you fell near the lawn and didn't injure your head, but you still scraped your arm. It was too dangerous!"
Tang Mei gently shook her head, trying to speak, but her throat was so dry she coughed several times.
Seeing this, Wang Jinhui immediately handed her a cup of water, carefully helped her sit up, and brought the cup to her lips, "Drink slowly, don't rush."
