Yu Ziqian kept waving his hands. "No, it won't happen again; I won't cause any more trouble."
His... his favorite was Sister An Ning.
But what now? Sister An Ning was hurt so badly because of him; would she hate him?
......
When An Ning awoke again, it was half an hour later.
Opening her eyes, she saw a beautiful ceiling and lay on white sheets.
There was an anxious voice of a man at her ear. "Are you sure she won't have any complications?"
The doctor was very confident as he twisted his lips. "Are you doubting my abilities? Can't I treat such a minor injury?"
An Ning rubbed her sore head and sat up, protesting. "Who said I don't have a concussion, oh, my head is killing me."
Yu Jingchen turned and looked at her, his anxious cheeks revealing a touch of relief, but his mouth was still unpleasant as he said, "Stupid woman, you're awake?"