Hearing the commotion, the man in the hospital bed naturally looked up.
It seemed he hadn't expected Chi Huan to be the one to appear. A flash of subtle surprise swept across his dark eyes, but it was fleeting and almost imperceptible before he spoke softly, "Huanhuan."
In her hand, Chi Huan carried a mint green tote bag. She didn't immediately enter the room, standing at the doorway in her boots, her eyes, clear in their black and white distinction, quietly watching him.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, his handsome face tinged with a hint of helplessness, "What are you doing standing at the door? Come in."
Only then did she step forward and walk in.
An Ke didn't follow her inside but quietly closed the door and waited outside the hospital room.
Chi Huan walked to the side of the bed, casually placing her bag down before sitting in a chair beside it.
She cast her gaze downward, not looking at him nor speaking to him.
The hospital room fell into a brief silence.
