Qin Hai's physique was indeed not bad; he had stayed in the intensive care unit for only half a night, and all his bodily indicators had returned to normal levels. He had completely escaped danger, so he was transferred to a regular ward early the next morning.
Around ten in the morning, the warm sunlight streamed through the window and directly illuminated the hospital bed, making the high-end ward bright and transparent. Lying on the bed, Qin Hai slowly opened his eyes, turned his head slightly, and saw Lin Qingya, who was leaning against the bed.
Lin Qingya was sleeping soundly, her fair skin shimmering with a jewel-like translucence under the sunlight. Qin Hai cracked a slight smile and couldn't help reaching out to gently touch her face.
No sooner had his fingers touched Lin Qingya's face than she opened her eyes. She suddenly lifted her head and, seeing Qin Hai looking at her, exclaimed with delight, "You're awake?"