When Wen Xuyu opened her eyes, she was greeted by a pristine white ceiling and the smell of a pleasant, unfamiliar fragrance in the air.
She instinctively raised her hand, only to be stopped by a firm grip. "Don't move yet."
A warm, broad hand covered hers. Wen Xuyu looked over in confusion, only to see a stranger sitting by the bedside. His eyes were bloodshot, and his deep, dark pupils held a complex array of emotions: cautious cherishing, the joy of a lost treasure found again, and disbelief.
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