C1770 Her Intuition Is Not Wrong

"Mr. Feng Nanxi only got out of danger this morning. He woke up once in the morning." Through the thick glass window, the nurse explained to Saang Qingxia, "The bullet hit him right in the chest, and he bled a lot. Just barely …"

"He …" Saang Qingxia's small hands were resting on the large glass wall of the ward. She looked at the pale man on the bed from a distance, and her eyes turned red