Shaking the hazy remnants of sleep from his mind, Mu Yuze observed his surroundings and found that he was lying in an unfamiliar bed of what seemed like a hotel room. It looked like He Juan had checked them in after he passed out inside the car.
A dim ray of sunshine spilled in through the narrow gap between the curtains, proving that the day had passed.
Recalling He Juan's state the previous day, he inspected the man anxiously, asking, "Are you feeling better now? Should we go to the hospital?"
He Juan's gaze that met him was impossibly tender. His long black hair scattered across the pillow akin to black silk, and there were no longer any traces of sickness in his pallor. In fact, his complexion was ruddy and he looked revitalized, a stark contrast to Mu Yuze who felt like his body had just been run over by a truck.
