When Shen Hanyu returned, he saw Sang Qianqian sleeping on the bench. Her phone screen was still lit up, and a video was playing on its own. Looking closer, it was a clip of his speech at the press conference.
She was probably exhausted. Her face was a little pale, and her long hair was scattered down her shoulders, covering half of her face.
When she was awake, her face was too beautiful and bright, but she was unusually quiet and obedient when she was asleep.
Shen Hanyu stared at Sang Qianqian quietly.
When he went to the Longxing building to attend the press conference, he thought she'd already returned home. He didn't expect that she was still waiting outside the Intensive Care Unit.
Outside the window, people moved around, busy dealing with their matters.
The bright afternoon sun shone through the window and fell on Sang Qianqian's face. The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, subconsciously tilting her head.
