This was the first time she looked at him so calmly, without any surging emotions.
In the face of life and death, even hatred seemed less important.
Su Yan lowered her head, burying it in his chest, warm tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, gradually soaking his clothes.
Suddenly, there was a sensation on her shoulder.
Su Yan instantly regained her senses and hurriedly raised her eyes to look at the person lying on the bed.
Gu Chaohan had already opened his eyes, gazing at her from such a close distance, all his rage had faded, making him much gentler.
Facing this temperament-less version of him, she instinctively felt uneasy, only snapping out of confusion after a moment.
Seeing him awake, her first instinct was to quickly find a doctor, without bothering to speak with him, she got up intending to leave.
But before she could stand up, Gu Chaohan reached out and grasped her wrist, stopping her movement.
