Nan Zhi arrived blankly at the door of Mu Sihan's ward.
As she stood in front of the glass window, her eyes were somewhat lost as she looked at the man lying on the hospital bed in navy blue pajamas, who seemed to have fallen asleep again.
Forty-eight hours of not having any food or drink but only a glucose drip, made his face look thinner, and his features even more cold and defined. There was white gauze wrapped around his forehead and the lips under his prominent nose were tightly pursed.
His face was very pale.
There was nobody in the ward. She did not know where Yi Fan had gone and Xue'er was not there either.
Nan Zhi thought of Yi Fan's words. Pushing open the door of the ward, she went in.
As she moved closer to the hospital bed, she looked down at the well-defined features of the man with no flaws, her expression slightly dazed.
Did he really forget everyone?
