Luo Hai was hit by a storm as autumn steadily progressed.
Traces of cold air seeped through the white window frames and entered the hospital.
Wen Ya had recently endured a hellish experience, but there was a faint smile on her face. Yuan Tangzhong lay on the hospital bed on the opposite side of her. He managed to survive after undergoing an emergency operation that lasted 14 hours.
"Are you still alive?" murmured Wen Ya. Her forehead was bandaged with gauze. She wore a striped hospital gown that was identical to his. Her abnormally pale complexion made it look as though she had just returned from the underworld.
The bedridden man could only move his eyes while the rest of his body was rendered motionless. He stared at Wen Ya.
"I was really worried that you were dead. I wouldn't be able to tell you this if that was the case!"