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Guoguo was transferred to the hospital room, still under anesthesia and yet to wake up.
Ouyang Qiming was extremely tired and went back to sleep after saying goodbye to everyone.
Han Min and Guo Jingjing were still worried about Guoguo.
"You all go back; I'm enough here," came a cold tone, exuding an air of rejection.
"I'm not going back. I'm afraid you might harm Guoguo," Han Min said bluntly.
Guo Jingjing quietly tugged at her sleeve.
"I won't do that; you're overthinking it," Murong Xiuxian said with a dark expression.
"Really won't?" Han Min asked again.
"I won't." The words were clearly filled with anger and annoyance.
"Min, let's go. The senior won't do anything to Guoguo," Guo Jingjing weakly tugged at Han Min's sleeve.
"Even if you are a senior, if you have ill intentions, I will still teach you a lesson!" Han Min bravely glared at Murong Xiuxian.
"Get lost!" Murong Xiuxian shouted angrily, veins popping on his forehead.
The two were so frightened that they dared not linger any longer and quickly ran out of the hospital room.
The next morning, sunlight poured down through the clouds. In the fruit shop, family members of patients were busy buying fruit baskets, fruits, and gift packages, eager to visit their sick relatives.
Outside the breakfast shop, there was a long line of people. They were busy heading to work, going to school, or buying breakfast for their families.
The crowd of workers, the continuous flow of pedestrians, the bustling streets filled with cars, and the speeding motorcycles all drove confidently towards their futures, dreams, and aspirations.
Sunlight streamed through the glass and illuminated the hospital room.
The warm sunlight made Guoguo squint her eyes before slowly opening them.
Her vision was blurry at first but gradually became clear. The first thing she saw was a pure white flower board.
As she slightly turned her head, she saw Murong Xiuxian's face magnified countless times!
His flaxen hair, coldly handsome features, high nose bridge, tightly pressed lips, and furrowed brows suggested he was having some nightmare.
It was her first time observing Murong Xiuxian from such a close distance. Instead of screaming, she quietly admired his sleeping face.
Listening to his steady and powerful breathing, her pale face flushed slightly, and her heart raced in her throat.
She clearly liked Ouyang Qiming; why did this guy in front of her make her heart race?
Is it true that the feelings for Ouyang Qiming are not real love, but merely admiration?
Is the person she truly likes actually Murong Xiuxian?
Guoguo is not sure; the only thing she is certain of is that it was Murong Xiuxian who saved her last night.
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