Xingyu, wrapped in a blanket, walked inside.
Seeing that she was safe and sound, her eyes still bright—though her eyelids were red and swollen—Xu Lingjing finally felt at ease. He parted his lips in a smile for her.
Xingyu walked over to the hospital bed and crouched down. Xu Lingjing struggled to reach out; his hand was covered in small lacerations. He ruffled her damp, tangled hair, his hand sliding down until his slightly rough fingertips piously and gently caressed her cold, wet cheek.
Chapter 62