That stinking man.
She had fought so hard to save him, nearly losing her own life in the process, but now he was showing her through actions that she was still a step too late, wasn't he?
Shi Mei arrived at his hospital room and it was only when she saw the fluctuations on the heart monitor and the rhythmic, steady "beeping" noise that she could confirm he was still alive.
Lying there for half a month, Shi Lingyan had lost weight at a visibly alarming rate. When she lifted his hospital gown, the generally drool-worthy physique underneath had already deteriorated significantly.
"Tsk."
What a pity.
How long would it take to regain all that muscle mass?
Shi Mei sat by his bed and gently caressed his face, whispering in his ear, "Idiot, how long do you plan on sleeping?"
