When he woke up, his abdomen was numb and he could vaguely feel a little pain. He opened his eyes and saw that his surroundings were filled with snow-white walls, his own body was covered with the same snow-white blanket, that there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, and he realized that he was in the hospital.
Mo Han started to think back on what happened last night, no, today. His last memory was of himself bearing the intense pain in his abdomen and pulling the handbrake, and stopping the car by the roadside. Then? There were only some bits and pieces that he could remember. There seemed to be the feeling of someone pulling him, he could vaguely hear someone panting heavily, his body seemed to be leaning on someone else. That person's body was soft, warm, thin and small.
Was it Xia Qingyi? There was only her by his side after he fainted.
