At this moment, Xie Qikan was sitting on the chair outside the hospital room. He had been sitting for a long time. Finally, he stood up with his tall frame, draped the suit he had just set down over his muscular arm, and took long strides toward the room.
Xie Qikan strode into the hospital room and immediately saw his nominal little wife had already woken up. The young girl's face still looked a bit pale, but she had basically regained her vitality. It seemed there was no major issue.
Xie Qikan couldn't help but relax a little.
The petite woman absentmindedly flipped her long, waist-length hair. A simple gesture, yet it was brimming with irresistible charm, making Xie Qikan's heartbeat abruptly quicken. A faint itch seemed to creep into his chest.
