Leaning against the uncomfortable chair back, Yan Xiaye lowered her head, her breathing slowly becoming even.
Seeing this.
The aunt responsible for tidying up slowed her movements, casually stuffing the last few clothes into the makeshift wardrobe, quietly stepped forward to observe for a moment, and softly called, "Miss, Miss?"
Yan Xiaye had run to the hospital in the middle of the night without getting any sleep during the day, so she was sleeping deeply and didn't hear anything.
Anyway, Qin Yiren had been given a sedative and would certainly sleep until the next morning, not needing her to worry during this time.
As long as Yan Xiaye stayed in the hospital room, Qin Yiren would feel reassured upon waking.
With this thought, Yan Xiaye fell asleep peacefully, not expecting the aunt to sneak up and observe her, then look at the equally asleep Qin Yiren, revealing a subtle smile.
...
The next morning.
