Natasha's pov

After I was stunned for a while, I suddenly looked up at the person on the bed.

Winson's weak hand slipped from my head to the hospital bed, and his eyes opened a slit and stared at me.

I stood up and took a step back.

"When did you... wake up?"

Winson did not respond to this question. He just looked at me and said in a weak voice, "OK."

Okay?

Is this man stupid?

Winson tried hard for a long time, and then said, "I die in your hands... I have no regrets."

Outside the door, the medical staff pushed the door in.

Edward, he also came...