trap rose

They immediately put down their work and followed Chen Meiqi to Wen Mian's ward.

In the corridor of the hospital, the early morning sunlight shines through the windows on the ground, forming mottled light and shadow.

Their footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, adding a touch of tension and anticipation.

As soon as they entered the ward, they saw Wen Mian lying quietly on the bed, his face still pale, but compared to before, he seemed to be a little more alive.

Pei Zhiyao walked to the bed quietly, looking at Wen Mian's pale and quiet face, a complex emotion surged in his heart. He gently held Wen Mian's hand, which was cold and slender, like a delicate flower. He placed her hand in his, wrapping it warmly and forcefully.

He lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand tenderly. The kiss was gentle and affectionate, and his eyes were full of tenderness and care.

Gu Zichen stood by the bed and looked at her with joy, "Really? Mianmian, are you really awake?"

Chen Meiqi wiped her tears silently on the side, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "Yes, I saw her fingers move."

Gu Zichen's face was filled with unconcealable joy, and his eyes were full of excitement and tenderness. He stood by the bed, holding the bedrail with both hands, as if he was afraid of missing every subtle change of Mianmian.

Chen Meiqi was at the side, her tears falling gently, each drop containing deep concern for Mianmian and relief at the moment. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, a silent smile, which was the best expression of the endless gratitude in her heart.

Mianmian's fingers moved slightly. Although this movement was small, in the eyes of Gu Zichen and Chen Meiqi, it was a symbol of hope.

Even a small gesture is like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, illuminating the softest place in their hearts.

Gu Zichen walked over and hugged Chen Meiqi, tears of gratitude welling in his eyes.

Pei Zhiyao looked at Wen Mian's peaceful sleeping face, and the joy in his heart surged like a tide.

He gently stroked Wen Mian's hair, as if he wanted to convey all his blessings and strength to her.

"She will definitely get better." Pei Zhiyao said firmly, as if telling himself and everyone.

The sunlight outside the window gradually filled the entire ward, casting a golden glow on this hopeful moment.

At this moment, their hearts were tightly connected, and together they guarded this hard-won warmth and hope.

And Wen Mian seemed to feel their love and expectations. Her fingers moved gently, as if responding to them.

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes full of joy and gratitude.

Chen Meiqi's eyes were moist, she knew what this meant.

"Look, I just said she was going to be okay," she said softly, her voice full of love and determination.

Gu Zichen held Chen Meiqi's hand tightly and looked at her gratefully, "Thank you for your hard work, Meiqi. Thank you for staying with Mianmian. Your care is indispensable for her recovery."

Pei Zhiyao prayed silently, his heart full of gratitude and hope.

He knew that Wenmian would definitely get better and they would have a bright future.

The ward was filled with the atmosphere of love and hope, as if even the air had become sweeter.

They sat around Wen Mian's bed, chatting softly, sharing each other's moods and blessings.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the curtains on Wen Mian's face, and her face gradually turned rosy.