32. Should We Go to the Hospital?

By the time Yimo groggily woke up, she was lying on a somewhat hard bed, with a rather thin blanket covering her.

The white ceiling in her field of vision had grown somewhat dark. It was obvious this was an old house that hadn't been painted or maintained in a long time.

She turned her head, and something fell off her forehead.

Yimo instinctively touched it. It turned out to be a wet towel folded into a strip, and it had already gone a little cool.

After she passed out, Xia Yuxi must have carried her into the room and put her on the bed, right?

Thinking of this, Yimo smiled. Sure enough, whether in her memories or out of them, Xia Yuxi was someone who cared a lot about other people. She wouldn't just leave her behind.

"Xia Yuxi?" Yimo called her name, but no one answered.

She slowly climbed out of bed and looked around the room.

The rental apartment was very small, with no separate bedroom. It was only a little over forty square meters.

Things were scattered everywhere. Besides the clothes strewn across the wooden floor, there were all kinds of garbage bags.

It had reached the point of being an obstacle course. Every available place to step was at a tricky angle, enough to make even a hardcore shut-in like Yimo feel uncomfortable.

"This is... the room Xia Yuxi lives in?" she murmured.

In Yimo's impression, Xia Yuxi had always been the one who took care of her life!

She used to keep the floor so clean it reflected light. The contrast with the room Xia Yuxi lived in now was really quite stark.

If there hadn't been so many plush toys on the bed and sofa—the kind Xia Yuxi liked-Yimo would have thought Xia