"Xiaohan." Qing Yi almost couldn't control her emotions.
The drunkard looked at Qing Yi, who was holding his hand, both crying and laughing, and closed his eyes with some discomfort.
"Is something wrong, Xiaohan?"
Qing Yi's hand touched his head. The concerned words baffled the drunkard but also made him feel at ease.
After gathering his strength, he opened his eyes again.
He looked at Qing Yi, his pale lips moved, his throat squeezed out a hoarse question:
"Who... are you?"
The joy on Qing Yi's face froze instantly, and the entire person was dumbfounded by the drunkard's words.
Bai Yi was also stunned.
Seeing the two frightened people, the drunkard didn't know what was happening.
"Xia... Xiaohan, what's wrong with you?" Qing Yi was so scared that her words faltered.
"Don't scare me. What's wrong with you? Tell me, and I'll call the doctor."
"Xiao... Han? Is that me?" Looked at the anxious Qing Yi, the drunkard was full of confusion and questions.
