Zhang Ya and An Xuan rushed over upon receiving the news. By then, An Lan was already hooked up to an IV drip, with Huo Zhanting sitting by her bed, tightly gripping her hand that was free from the needle. His eyes were closed, and his whole body seemed to be merging with the pallid surroundings.
Just standing at the doorway, one could feel Huo Zhanting's desolation.
Zhang Ya's hand hesitated on the door for a moment before pushing it open and stepping inside, with An Xuan following close behind. On the hospital bed, An Lan's face was flushed red. An antipyretic patch was stuck on her forehead, and her eyes were tightly shut. Even in her sleep, her brows were furrowed, as if she was in great pain.
"Did Lanlan catch a cold? Why did she suddenly get a fever?" Zhang Ya said with a worried look. Huo Zhanting, upon hearing the noise, simply opened his eyes, but didn't even glance in her and An Xuan's direction.
Zhang Ya, seeing that Huo Zhanting wasn't speaking, grew anxious.
