Mute Beauty

Chapter 102: Chirp Chirp

When Yu Ting was pushed out of the emergency room, Ran Ling could only catch a glimpse of her. She couldn't follow her into the ICU and stood there, feeling lost and overwhelmed. Soon after, Ran Ling herself collapsed and was taken for examination.

Low blood sugar, a mild concussion, bruises, and some cuts—but thankfully, nothing severe. All she needed was some rest in the hospital.

It was Yu Ting, lying in the ICU, who had saved her.

In addition, the driver was also in critical care. The crash had hit the front of the vehicle, leaving him in worse shape than Yu Ting. The at-fault driver, a man in his thirties or forties, was apprehended on the spot. He had spent the entire night drinking before driving home. Ran Ling instructed Pei Ya to investigate if there was anything suspicious about the incident, to uncover anyone behind it if there was, and if not, to hire a lawyer and ensure the man faced the fullest legal consequences.

Ran Ling didn't sleep well. In the dead of night, she climbed out of bed, leaning against the headboard. In her hand, she held a blood-stained sachet, bringing it to her nose to inhale its scent, thick with the smell of blood.

She whispered toward the dark window, forcing herself to say "Ting Ting" out loud.

"Ting Ting..."

Her voice was returning.

All because of Ting Ting.

"Ting Ting..."

Did her voice sound pleasing?

How could she not love her?

She loved her so much...

She wished she could join her dreams, soothe her, comfort her.

She couldn't lose her.

Ting Ting loved her...

Suddenly, Ran Ling laughed softly in a slightly broken way and placed a gentle kiss on the blood-stained sachet.

Every minute waiting for her to wake felt like an eternity.

In the ICU, the twentieth hour passed, and Yu Ting finally awoke, though she was still in critical condition. The doctor said her mental state was fragile. Other than asking once, "How is she?"—to which she received reassurance that Ran Ling was fine—she remained silent, showing no apparent will to live. The situation was still dire.

What should she do? Ran Ling wanted to go in to see her, but the doctor advised against disturbing her, as Yu Ting had fallen back asleep.

At the forty-eighth hour in the ICU, Yu Ting finally, with the doctors' best efforts, emerged from critical danger. However, she remained uncommunicative and unwilling to engage. Tests ruled out any physical damage to her vocal cords; the issue was psychological.

At the sixtieth hour in the ICU, Yu Ting was finally transferred to a regular ward. Ran Ling was waiting for her alone outside, watching as the doctor wheeled her out in a wheelchair.

After just two days, Yu Ting was visibly thinner and ashen. She wore hospital pajamas, with many areas heavily bandaged—particularly around her arms and neck, the two places where her injuries were most severe.

Her gaze was lowered, her face pallid and expressionless, a delicate fragility radiating from her. Ran Ling approached her anxiously, but Yu Ting's gaze remained vacant, staring through her as if she were invisible.

Ran Ling knelt in front of her, afraid to hurt her, daring only to lightly touch her fingertips, looking up at her with a mix of worry and joy.

But Yu Ting's focus was distant, fixed on a point beyond Ran Ling, offering no acknowledgment, not even a flicker of emotion.