He hadn't gotten a clear look at the person in front of him before hoarsely replying, "I'm fine."
His head was still feeling heavy and even painful.
Though he said so, his expression clearly showed he was in discomfort; his brows were tightly furrowed and his forehead was covered in fine, dense cold sweat. Wen Yi, having no clear understanding of concussions, decided upon seeing this to let a nurse check on him, stretching out her hand toward the call button.
But she couldn't pull her hand back, as it was held by the man and pressed against his face.
The man's eyes were still half-closed, evidently not fully awake yet, his breathing was heavy with a slight irregularity, his complexion slightly pale. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his handsome face, the contours exuding a shallow haze.
Just as Wen Yi was wondering what was wrong with the man, he suddenly embraced her.
The faint scent of medicine assaulted her senses, startling her.
