C51 Cold Sarcasm

In the hospital, after an hour of resuscitation, Mi Yov was finally fine. Tan Yifan stood by the side of the bed and held her hand tightly. Even if she did not need him at the moment, she still wanted to give her a warmth.

Slowly moving her eyelids, Mi Yov slowly opened her eyes. The smell of the stimulant lingered on the tip of her nose and Mi Yov's mind went blank for a moment