The next morning marked the second day of Gu Nianzhi's coma.
"Has her fever broken?" Huo Shaoheng stood at the door for a while, but, as was usual now, did not enter. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. He plucked one out and put it in his mouth, deftly lighting it, and then inhaled once and blew out a ring of smoke. "Will she wake tomorrow?"
"You're getting worried? Feeling concerned all of a sudden?" Chen Lie snarked at Huo Shaoheng and waved his hand in attempt to dissipate the cigarette smoke curling in the air. Unexpectedly, Chen Lie detected a tinge of lethality from Huo Shaoheng after his snarky comment. He smartened up and quickly said, "Not to worry, not to worry. Eat dinner first then go for a smoke."
Huo Shaoheng remained silent, keeping one hand in his trouser pocket as the other one held the cigarette. He squinted at the murky night sky outside the window, his strong silhouette unmoving.
