Three days later, Ji Xiaosong finally woke up.
When she opened her eyes, snow was drifting outside the window, and the hospital room was so quiet that the only sound was the beeping of the machines.
Huo Chen was sitting by the bed. His suit was a rumpled mess, and the dark circles under his eyes made it clear he hadn't slept in a long time.
Seeing her awake, he shot to his feet, his eyes instantly turning red.
"...You're awake," he said, his voice unbelievably hoarse.
Ji Xiaosong gave a weak smile and asked softly, "Where are the children?"
Huo Chen pressed his lips together, then turned and went to the next room, returning with two small bundles.
Ji Xiaosong looked at the two sleeping infants, and her eyes began to burn.
She reached out, gently touching her daughter's little face, then her son's little hand. At last, tears slid silently down her cheeks.
Huo Chen stood to the side, watching her quietly. Suddenly, he asked in a low voice:
