He had said he had something important to tell her that night, and that it was a must-see event. Ling Chuxia glanced up at the clock on the wall; it was already past eleven at night. She hadn't left for their appointment yet—Shi Che must be anxiously waiting...
Ling Chuxia's eyebrows tightly knitted together as she struggled to prop herself up slightly, trying to locate her handbag. She wanted to call Shi Che, but after looking around, she couldn't find her bag. She bit her lower lip lightly and stretched out her hand to press the service light by the bedside.
The service light was on for a while before someone pushed open the door, and a nurse walked in, her voice calm and gentle, "Miss Ling, you're awake? How are you feeling?"
Ling Chuxia turned her face toward her, her lips moved slightly, and although her voice was still very weak, she replied, "Nurse, I feel a bit better." After a pause, she continued, "Where is my bag?"
