Only You Can Heal My Hurting

Li Shaoling's embrace was warm with the faint scent of antiseptics.

And for the very first time, Ji Wei thought that it was simply wonderful to survive a calamity.

Still, Li Shaoling seemed to be a little hurt—he was panting lightly.

Ji Weixi pulled away to look at him then: his pale, sweaty handsome face was just inches away.

She felt a little hurt inside then. "Where have you been?" She asked, a little upset.

Still, it was fortunate that he was alright.

Li Shaoling held her tightly. "In the hospital. I came to find you as soon as I woke up." He said a little hoarsely.

Ji Weixi lowered her eyes a little unhappily. "I heard a woman saved you."

Though she sounded unruffled, there was a bitterness in her words when Li Shaoling heard them.

He smiled teasingly. "Yes, it was a woman."