C22 (1/2)

It was hard to sleep that night.

To Song Jiayin, she might still be struggling with the painful Nightmare Terror. To Gong Yichen, he was even more worried about her body. Insomnia.

Even though Zheng Rui had already warned Gong Yichen not to waste his energy to stay by her side, he still rejected his suggestion.

Zheng Rui shook his head, sighing helplessly.

After interacting with Gong Yichen for such a long time, he had never seen Gong Yichen being so concerned about a woman before, to actually be willing to stay by Song Jiayin's side throughout the night.

This made Zheng Rui curious, who exactly was this Song Jiayin? He had never seen such a talent before. With a doubt in mind, Zheng Rui opened his mouth, but in the end, he still did not ask.

Seeing Gong Yichen's worried look, Zheng Rui did not want to disturb the two anymore, so he walked out of the sickroom.

Finally, only Gong Yichen and Song Jiayin were left in the ward. Compared to when he had just finished the operation, Song Jiayin's complexion was much better now.

A rosy colour appeared on her pale cheeks, and her lips returned to their cherry color. At some point, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead had disappeared, making her seem much better than before.

Gong Yichen stared at Song Jiayin's sleeping face from such a close distance and could not help but be gradually captivated by her gentle profile.

The feeling Song Jiayin gave him was completely different from the other women who had approached him before. It was like a white lotus blooming on a hot summer day, spotlessly pure and dazzling.

Such a Song Jiayin was able to take away his gaze in an instant.

Gong Yichen looked at Song Jiayin's slightly trembling eyelashes, and he, who was lying on the bedside, actually unknowingly fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he found that Song Jiayin had also woken up.

”You're awake. Are you feeling better?” Gong Yichen sat up on the bed, stretching the muscles and bones of his neck.