Long Sijue suddenly felt awfully frustrated, as if there was a weight on his chest that was suffocating him. He wanted to smoke very badly.
He reached into his pocket, touched his cigarette box and wanted to take one out. But he then realized that he was in a ward; a no-smoking area. He immediately stood up and left the ward.
Su Qianxun heard the door open and close. She bit her lip gently and felt as if she could barely breathe. But she refrained herself from shedding a tear, for she did not want to humiliate herself in front of him again.
Long Sijue left the ward and never came back…
After Su Qianxun was done with the drip, the nurse came to remove the hypodermic needle from her hand. Once the young nurse had left, she was alone in the ward.
