"Beep, beep, beep-"
The familiar beeping of hospital equipment and the smell of disinfectant woke Xie Mi.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
What greeted her was not a white ceiling, but a warm, cozy yellow.
It seemed to be afternoon.
The curtains were a combination of pale yellow fabric and white sheers. The yellow curtains were tied back on either side, and afternoon sunlight filtered through the white sheers, spilling lazily across her face.
There was a flower on the bedside table, too. It was clearly fresh, newly replaced that day.
"Say..."
She opened her mouth, her voice a little hoarse from going so long without speaking. "Isn't this hospital room decorated a little too cozily?"
Xie Mi turned to look at the man leaning against her bedside, still holding her hand even in his sleep, and her lips curved into a soft smile.
"Old Shen, how much longer are you going to sleep?"
The fingers holding her hand suddenly trembled. She distinctly felt his body go still.
Then he slowly raised his head.
This time, it was Xie Mi who froze.
She had never seen Shen Yeqing look so haggard.
His hair was unkempt and carelessly tousled, and his usually beautiful, lively eyes stared at her, unfocused and stunned.
His white shirt was hopelessly wrinkled, yet around his collar was that... leopard-print tie she had bought him at the mall on the day of her accident.
"Xie..."
He struggled to part his lips, his voice actually even hoarser than hers.
Xie Mi couldn't help reaching out a finger to press against his mouth.
"All right, don't say anything else."
"I'm hungry."
She had never been good at handling sentimental moments like this. Or perhaps it was because just one look at Shen Yeqing like