The atmosphere in the ward was a little awkward.0

Wang Zikai was still holding onto Gao Yang’s shoulders with tears running down his face, and the heartbroken look on his face froze little by little.1

The sudden turn of events had left his not so intelligent brain short-circuiting.0

“Wang Zikai, Gao Xinxin told me to play dead when I woke up. It’s…it’s a prank…” Gao Yang smiled with his pale face. “It seems that I play a good corpse. Ha, haha…”0

“Hahahaha!” Covering her face with both hands, Gao Xinxin lost it and broke into loud laughter. “I can’t, I can’t. It’s so hard to stop myself from laughing. Hahaha!”0

Wang Zikai didn’t laugh. He let go of Gao Yang’s shoulders and took a staggering step back, letting out a sigh of relief.0

Then he slowly turned away and didn’t say anything.0

Shit, Gao Yang thought. We’ve crossed a line.2

He had disagreed, but Gao Xinxin insisted on pranking Wang Zikai. It was partly a revenge out of suppressed anger. She blamed Wang Zikai a little for...0