Xiao Zimo hadn't let anger cloud his judgment for many years.
But now, he found himself with the urge to take it out on someone, and naturally, that someone was Xiao Hai.
If it hadn't been for his meddling call, Mom wouldn't have come back, and none of this would have happened. Xiao Hai better pray that An Ning is alright, or he won't hear the end of this!
An Ning lay unconscious in the hospital bed for over seven hours and only awoke slowly around eight, almost nine at night, "Water..."
Xiao Zimo heard her ask for water and immediately got up to pour her a cup, then gently supported her head so she could drink a little. An Ning slowly opened her eyes and, upon seeing Xiao Zimo, instinctively tried to smile. She reached out to touch his face, but the movement pulled the wound on her back, causing cold sweat to bead on her forehead.
"Don't move, don't move! Don't say anything, don't think about anything, just lie still."
