The night was dark like ink, and the light in the ward was dim and yellowish, flickering in the darkness like a faint ray of hope. Tang Hao stood quietly by Bai Jiayi's hospital bed. He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale that heavy responsibility into his lungs, and then slowly closed his eyes.
His hands gently rested on Bai Jiayi's slender and pale wrists, as though he could touch both the fragility and resilience of life. That weak pulse beat like a candle flame flickering in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment.
The people around them seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, holding their breath in unison as they anxiously watched Tang Hao's every move. Their gazes were filled with anticipation and fear, for the moments ahead would determine whether Bai Jiayi lived or died.
Chapter 90