Perhaps it was for this reason that Nie Yixiao steeled his heart and pulled the continuously crying Jiayi into his embrace.
His lean body carried the scent of antiseptic from the hospital ward, mixed with his own signature refreshing and elegant charm that bewitched hearts.
She once relied on his scent so much.
She felt as if, as long as this man was by her side, she had nothing to fear in the world.
For a moment, she was in a daze, just like when she was a child who had fallen or felt wronged, letting him console her in various ways.
At the slightly ajar door of the hospital room, the attendant looked worriedly at the man who had just arrived, his face gloomy and forbidding, and said with trepidation, "Boss..."
Huo Zhenyang remained silent, but the coldness in his eyes silenced the attendant.
Only when the man and woman in the hospital room parted did the attendant finally let out a sigh of relief.
