From helicopter to plane, after the aircraft ascended, Shen Li finally fell asleep. Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, or perhaps it was her mood after leaving the hospital, but even though her sleep was restless, she eventually dozed off.
Huo Siyu sat by the bed, looking at Shen Li's sleeping face. Due to the fever, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing occasionally became rapid. Even in sleep, she was still in pain.
It was as if her pain had infected him; Huo Siyu felt something piercing his heart. His fingers traced her face, carrying a warm sensation.
So lovely, so pitiful, the girl he cherished most in this world—why should she endure such pain?
"Sir..." Situ walked gently to the door, speaking in a very low voice, fearing to disturb Shen Li.
He wouldn't dare to come over if it wasn't for the necessity to report something.
In a place unknown to him, Shen Li had suffered such harm, nearly losing her life.