Mo Shuifu no longer acted on impulse. She stood quietly in front of the door, gazing at it.
Sometimes, life and death are only a thread apart.
She did not know what consequences would follow once the door opened.
She slumped back, retreating step by step.
Shen Shihan came up from behind and still grabbed her hand tightly.
"Trust the doctors, it'll be okay," Shen Shihan pulled her aside and seated her on a nearby chair.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, bringing her cold, trembling body into his embrace.
She was as cold as ice, so he took off his own clothes to drape over her.
Because she had rushed out, her hair was still damp. Now, Shen Shihan carefully wiped her head with a towel.
Wet hair could cause a migraine, he knew.
She no longer had the strength to refuse anything from Shen Shihan, her eyes were lost and empty.
The hospital was very quiet, only the nurses were running back and forth incessantly.
