Xia Siyu woke up in the middle of the night.
When she awoke, she raised her eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling, unfamiliar fluorescent tubes.
There was a scent of medicine around, unfamiliar and pungent. She turned her head slightly and saw the IV bag hanging beside her. Slowly raising her hand, ah, there was a needle in her palm. And her clothes, yes, hospital garb.
Looking around at the furnishings. There were many bouquets of fresh flowers beside her, placed in vases, and the curtains were drawn. The environment here wasn't bad either; it was evident that she was in a private room. Because it was winter, there was an air conditioner in the room, but fearing it would be too dry for her, there was a humidifier on one side, puffing out steam.
Then, she saw a figure resting with their head on her bedside.
It was Xia Youbiao.
The time must be very late now; the lights were out in the hallway outside, and the hospital was very quiet.
