Tang Jinghong had been paying attention to Chu Qingzhi. When he saw her open her eyes, he was immediately overwhelmed with a sense of joy. "Qingzhi!"
Chu Qingzh got up and sat up. She reached out to caress Tang Jinghong's face. "Jinghong, don't worry. I'm fine."
In the next second, Tang Jinghong pulled Chu Qingzhi into his arms. It was as if only then could his heart be at ease. "Qingzhi, I've never been so afraid."
Chu Qingzhi gently patted Tang Jinghong's back to comfort the man who was crying for him.
"Jinghong, I realized that you don't believe me." She felt Tang Jinghong's body trembling slightly and joked to divert his attention.
Tang Jinghong let go of Chu Qingzhi and said with a serious expression, "Qingzhi, I do believe you. I believe every word you say."
Chu Qingzhi pointed at the sky and said unhappily, "I told you that I'd wake up in three days, but you didn't believe it. It's still some time before three days are up."
