Shen Yi followed him to the surveillance room.
Pei Zhi, who was staying in the ward, held her fair right hand and stood by her side like a guardian.
The anesthetic wore off half an hour later.
Lin Jiao, who had woken up slowly, teared up when she saw the anxious face.
She sobbed. "Uncle…"
"I'm here." Pei Zhi leaned over in a panic.
He wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes and said in a low voice, "It's safe now. Don't cry, okay?"
Lin Jiao couldn't stop crying.
She placed her hand on his wrist and tried to hide in his arms like a fragile kitten. "Hug me."
"What?"
"Hug."
A trace of confusion flashed across Pei Zhi's eyes.
He adjusted the height of the bed and sat back down. "Jiaojiao, are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Lin Jiao touched the gauze on her head and leaned into his arms.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love after crying.
Pei Zhi looked at her silently.
