"Mm."
It doesn't count.
As long as he's alive, that's what matters.
Gu Xiran let out a soft laugh, lifted her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes, and nodded.
"I think so too. Just now I kept praying to the heavens that he could live... Now that he's alive, my heart feels especially at ease, almost… beautiful."
Qin Jin hooked the corners of his lips and slowly pulled Gu Xiran into his arms.
"Mm."
It wasn't an intimate embrace; from beginning to end, Qin Jin was simply soothing Gu Xiran's emotions.
With her nerves stretched so tight, Gu Xiran suddenly felt her vision go black, and she collapsed in a faint in Qin Jin's arms.
...
When Gu Xiran woke up, it was already afternoon.
Qin Song had been transferred from the operating room to a VIP ward, with all kinds of tubes attached to him for breathing and everything else.
