Xueli immediately got up and walked over to Gu Xinzhou's bedside, quietly asking, "Mr. Gu, have you finally woken up?"
Gu Xinzhou felt a particularly sharp pain in his chest.
A particularly, particularly sharp pain.
And he was terribly thirsty.
Seeing it was Xueli, he felt somewhat confused and asked again, "Where is Song Zhen?"
Xueli didn't know how to explain and, struck by a thought, looked at him, "Mr. Gu, how about drinking some warm water first?"
Gu Xinzhou tried to get up, but couldn't.
Xueli had already put a straw in the cup and handed it over, carefully placing the straw in Gu Xinzhou's mouth.
Gu Xinzhou drank a third of the cup and felt half alive, his thoughts clearer and the pain more acute.
In a panic, he asked, "Qiao Yi! How is Qiao Yi? And Cassie!"
The mere thought of Qiao Yi's little body, having closed her eyes for the last time in his arms with the warmth still lingering, Gu Xinzhou couldn't bear the possibility of anything untoward.
