As she became more anxious, the surrounding mist thickened until she could no longer see the road ahead. Lost in the haze, An Yin looked fearfully towards the place where her mother had disappeared, shouting repeatedly. Bao Shaojin watched as the young girl in the hospital bed slowly opened her sleepy eyes, her pupils unfocused and appearing hollow, like a mindless doll. "An Yin." The man called out. Lying in the hospital bed, An Yin seemed to faintly hear a steady voice. Her fingers lightly moved by her side, and she blinked several times. When she finally met a pair of cold, black eyes, An Yin’s mind went blank for a moment. She stared at the man’s handsome face for a while before gradually coming back to her senses. "Bao, Bao... cough cough..." She began to cough before she could finish her words. Bao Shaojin observed her chapped lips. "Wait a moment." He turned and headed to the inner room, returning with a glass of warm water. "Let me help you sit up." He placed the glass of water nearby. In a daze, An Yin heard the man’s words and obediently blinked, "Okay." The girl’s clear, beautiful eyes were like a pool of spring water in summer, soft and transparent. Bao Shaojin swallowed hard, his gaze lowered as he placed his hand on her slender shoulders, "Get up slowly." As the man approached, An Yin’s cheeks began to flush, and even the air was filled with his scent. She dared not breathe heavily, holding her breath. Once she sat upright, the man placed a pillow behind her back. Her eyes appeared slightly dazed, as if she had vaguely forgotten something important. "Open your mouth." Seeing her absent-minded state, Bao Shaojin knew some things had to be faced sooner or later. However, while she hadn’t fully recovered, he needed to make sure she ate something first. An Yin lifted her hand, took the cup from him, and sipped a few small gulps. As she looked up, fragments of memories began to surface in her mind. Bao Shaojin noticed the sudden change in her expression and casually took the cup from her hand. "An Yin, don’t be afraid." Bao Shaojin placed his hands on An Yin’s shoulders, gently trying to pull her back from her fear. "My mom, where is she?" An Yin remembered everything from last night, breathing with difficulty. Seeing her situation, Bao Shaojin spoke directly, "She’s in this hospital. Don’t get excited now. Once you’re calm, I’ll take you to her." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 There was a hint of threat in the man’s words. If she continued to worry excessively and hurt herself, he wouldn’t let her see Mrs. An. "Sob..." An Yin heard the man’s words and sobbed silently, her bright eyes filled with tears, which slid down onto the quilt. "I want to see my mom." The girl, with tear-filled eyes, stared at the man, her voice muffled. "After the infusion is finished." Seeing the girl’s tear-streaked face, Bao Shaojin felt an indescribable sense of helplessness wash over him. Extracting a few soft tissues from the bedside table, the man carefully wiped the tears from her face. An Yin was eager to leave, but the man before her was like a towering mountain, making her feel incredibly pressured. "Can you tell me... my mom’s current situation?" An Yin allowed the man to wipe her tears, her thoughts entirely focused on Mrs. An, unaware of how inappropriate their actions seemed. The girl sobbed between words, her speech broken. "The specific situation is still unclear." Bao Shaojin said. After wiping away her tear marks, An Yin feigned calmness. She continually told herself in her heart that her mom needed her, and she mustn’t collapse now; she had to take care of her mom! Bao Shaojin noticed the growing determination in the girl’s eyes and felt a complex emotion inside. He hoped the girl would mature, yet when he saw her frail and delicate figure, he longed for her complete dependence on him. But was that possible? Who was he, really, to her? The hospital room was silent. An Yin kept staring at the infusion drip, just waiting for it to finish so she could visit Mrs. An. Bao Shaojin’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he rose. Startled like a bird, An Yin noticed him standing up, nervously asking, "Bao Shaojin, where are you going?" "Just to take a call." Standing against the light, even so, An Yin’s pupils still reflected his aloof and proud face. Bao Shaojin walked to the window with his phone, making a call. An Yin couldn’t help but glance in the man’s direction; she noticed he only uttered a few words, mostly "hmm." Bao Shaojin, with his keen intuition from a young age, naturally noticed the girl’s every move. On the other end, Su Nan chattered on and on, but Bao Shaojin, after hearing a few sentences, coldly said, "I can’t manage this." "But what about Suisui..." Before Su Nan could finish, the call was ruthlessly cut off. Knowing Su Nan’s nature, he might be inwardly cursing him. Bao Shaojin’s cold eyes shifted slightly. Su Nan had said so much, essentially just wanting him to handle Qin Huai’s private matters. After all, in most people’s eyes, though Qin Huai seemed unruly, he held a certain respect for him. Bao Shaojin pondered for a few seconds, then completely dismissed someone’s personal affairs from his mind. "It’s done." An Yin inadvertently looked up, seeing the infusion bag almost empty, and hurriedly shouted. Bao Shaojin stepped forward and pressed the call bell by the bed. Within moments, a nurse arrived. As the needle was withdrawn, An Yin let out a hiss, not daring to look at her own hand, feeling extremely timid. "Press the swab for a while." The nurse murmured softly. An Yin turned her head, and by the time she realized the nurse was speaking to her, the man had already taken the swab and was pressing down awkwardly where she was pricked. "It hurts..." An Yin exclaimed in shock. Naturally, a man’s strength is greater than a woman’s. Bao Shaojin saw the girl’s pained expression and released the swab swiftly. When he noticed blood seeping from her hand, his face grew colder, and he continued pressing down. The nurse stood aside, trembling with fear. "It will hurt a bit, but it’s necessary to stop the bleeding." "Okay." Hearing the nurse’s words, An Yin blushed, feeling like she had overreacted to the earlier pain. "There’s nothing more here." The man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded, with a touch of coldness in his words. The nurse hesitated, clearly hearing the displeasure in his tone. She panicked and lowered her head, "Mr. Bao, I will leave now." Before he could respond, the nurse had already turned away. An Yin sat on the bed, staring blankly at the nurse’s departing figure until she heard the door close. She then hesitantly spoke, "You..."