On the hospital bed, Gong Xize had already been freed from the restraints on his hands and feet. His face remained pale, and his hospital gown was soaked through with sweat.
It was as if he had just escaped from a massive calamity.
"Xiao Kui…"
She called his name softly.
At this moment, Gong Xize's expression loosened slightly. He turned his head dazedly and glanced at her.
His gaze also carried an unusual pallor. He still refused to speak.
Between the two of them, it seemed as though only a stark blankness remained.
"Alright, Xiao Kui, I understand you're feeling terrible right now. Maybe you don't want to talk, but it's okay. I'll come visit you often and wait for your body to slowly recover."
She spoke gently.
There were too many riddles in her heart at this moment; she could only wait until Yeh Cangqiong returned to ask.
