In the hospital room, Mu Xing had already turned over and was sitting by the bed, preparing to get up.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, a piercing pain brought a layer of sweat beads to her forehead.
After lying in bed for a month or two, she wasn't used to getting up so suddenly.
As soon as she took a step, she felt dizzy and woozy.
Before she fell, a pair of arms suddenly reached out, pressing her onto the bed without a word.
Mu Xing caught her breath, the blackness before her eyes faded, and she saw Bai Lingyun, urgently saying, "What are you doing, I have urgent matters now!"
"Suddenly getting up, doesn't it hurt?" Bai Lingyun glanced at her, "Now you're not crying."
"You..." Mu Xing was at a loss for words, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Of course, she remembered what happened before she regained her memory, knowing she had spent a period crying and calling out in pain.
It was truly shameful to recall.
