So when Vincent Sinclair bumped into me this time, I hadn't figured out how to explain it to him.
While I hesitated, Vincent slowly spoke, "You were in a coma for two days."
Hearing his words, I was startled.
I always thought I had just slept for one night, but it turned out it was actually two days... No wonder I didn't feel much fatigue upon waking up; it had already been two days.
"I was so scared when I got the news, I rushed over immediately. Seeing you lying in the operating room..." Vincent continued speaking.
His brows and eyes were cold, and when he uttered these words, the weight was unbearably heavy.
My heart suddenly panicked for no reason, and before he finished speaking, I hurriedly interrupted him.
"I'm sorry."
After thinking it over, that's all I could say.
I couldn't bring myself to meet Vincent's gaze at this moment; for the first time, I felt the urge to escape.
But, Vincent clearly didn't want me to avoid it.
