The hospital room had only one person, who was holding a book, but her gaze seemed to linger outside the window for a long time, as the book in her hand remained unturned.
Chi Huan stepped in, closing the door behind her casually.
"How's your health?"
Wen Yi placed the book back on the bedside table, "Not bad, no problems. I forgot to thank you that day for bringing me to the hospital."
"It's nothing, it's what I should have done."
Wen Yi appeared quite bleak, whether it was her expression, her complexion, or her whole being, she looked haggard, withered, lifeless, and her tone was indifferent, "Did you come to the hospital to see Mo Shiqian?"
Chi Huan sat down beside her, a slight curve appearing on her lips, "You know as well."
She nodded, "It was I who suggested to Song Shu that she should tell you."
Chi Huan was startled and looked up at her.
