"Shishi, why don't you take a rest first? If you don't want to talk, I won't ask further, but if you wish to talk, I'll be your most faithful listener."
She buried her face deep into her palms. The acrimonious and hysterical accusations receded slowly like the tide under his constant reassurances.
She slowly lifted her head and peeped at Qin Zhou from the quilt. Her vision gradually gained focus and clarity as her heart settled.
"Why don't you take a nap first?" He smiled in relief when she finally opened her eyes to look at him.
She nodded without a word.
Smoothing the comforter over her, he got up to leave the room and closed the door behind him.
Her eyes blinked and stared blankly at the ceiling until she fell into a slumber.
…
At the hospital.
Mu Wanrou lay unconscious in the bed inside the treatment room.
