"Xiao Xichen!" Cheng Youran's scream echoed in the Martial Arts Hall as she rushed over, finding Xiao Xichen lying on the ground, pale-faced, his eyes tightly shut.
Memories flashed back to when he was fighting those bodyguards earlier; it seemed someone punched him in the temple...
A cold chill enveloped Cheng Youran; she dared not shake Xiao Xichen, afraid of worsening his injury, as tears fell uncontrollably:
"Xiao Xichen… you fool… you're just a fool…"
A fool she couldn't help but love.
...
Hospital.
When Xiao Xichen woke up, his head was throbbing with pain.
Raising his hand, he found an IV drip in it. Beside the bed, Cheng Youran was lying there, her sleeping face peaceful and beautiful.
His heart suddenly softened to a complete mess.
She must have been really tired; Cheng Youran was sleeping deeply. Xiao Xichen gently curled his lips and didn't plan to wake her.
Let her sleep a bit longer… You Ruran…
