The night had fallen when Olivia regained consciousness. She heard cries coming from the corridor.

Fighting through the grogginess, she opened her eyes. She didn't move.

She stared at the ceiling with hollow eyes instead.

Everything felt like a dream. The haze in her mind rendered it surreal.

Ethan gazed at her with bloodshot eyes. His voice was very hoarse. "Liv, you're awake."

From his haggard face alone, it was easy for Olivia to tell that he had been looking after her for days and nights consecutively without sleep.

She had received IV drips for the past few days. She didn't eat anything.

He would press damp cotton buds on her lips whenever they were chapped.

Olivia almost couldn't part her lips when she regained consciousness. She spoke with her eyes instead.

"What do you want? Are you thirsty or hungry? Tell me."

"I'm thirsty ..."

Feeling elated that she finally made a request, he rose from his seat.

However, his sudden action incurred a pang of dizziness because he hadn't reste