Chapter 63: Was that you?
Hua Jing stood frozen in the hospital corridor, her eyes glued to the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Doctors and nurses bustled around the patient in the bed, their voices urgent, commands sharp, and movements precise. Her heart clenched painfully as she strained to catch a glimpse of the figure on the bed, but the staff obstructed her view at every turn.
She took a hesitant step forward, her pulse pounding in her ears. Who is it? The nagging feeling in her chest grew unbearable, her breath catching as she tried to move closer. But before she could pass through the door to see, her vision began to blur.
"No... no, not now," she whispered, her voice trembling as her consciousness dimmed. Her surroundings flickered like a dying light, and panic clawed at her chest. "Please, no... not yet. I need to see who it is."
Her pleas went unanswered. The hallway, the doctors, the muffled cries, and the figure on the bed—all of it faded, leaving only darkness.
Hua Jing jolted awake with a gasp, her entire body drenched in cold sweat. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to make sense of where she was.
The warm, dim interior of the carriage replaced the stark white of the hospital, and the smell of snow and cedar filled her nose. Her fingers curled against the plush seat, and it took her a moment to realize she was no longer dreaming.
Across from her, Zhao Yan sat, his sharp gaze fixed on her. His brows were furrowed in quiet concern, and his posture was slightly leaned forward, as if ready to act.
"What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice low but steady. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Hua Jing blinked at him, her mind still caught in the fading remnants of her dream. Relief flooded through her as her gaze locked onto his familiar figure—unharmed, calm, and very much alive. She let out a shaky exhale and muttered softly, "Such a relief..."