The last sentence was a jab that hit Xu Sheng hard. He abruptly sat up straight, his eyebrows knitted, and finally, his gaze grew firm.
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When Xu Qiaoqiao woke up, she was lying on Xu Mushen's bed.
Next to her ear, the sound of a man's steady breathing.
She could smell the man, a scent mingled with the antiseptic odor of the hospital.
This scene reminded her of a night nine months ago when she suddenly woke up.
It was a similar situation, and it had scared her enough to run away.
While gazing quietly at the hospital ceiling, she couldn't help but think, what if she hadn't run away that day? What if she'd stayed and demanded an explanation from Xu Mushen?
As soon as this thought appeared, she couldn't help but laugh.
Then she turned to look at Xu Mushen.
His eyes were still closed. On his handsome face, absent was the usual indifference and replaced with an uncommon gentleness.
Propping up her head, she stared at him for a while.