Lu Weixi had just vented out, and finally, she went to rest.
The room contained only a sickbed and an accompanying bed. The sickbed was for Lu's mother, and the accompanying bed was for the nursing staff, which, of course, were tidied. Given Qin Zhiyou's usual obsession with cleanliness, he would never touch a sickbed someone has used before.
He very much wanted to stay with Lu Weixi, doing nothing but keeping her company. But he knew that Lu Weixi might prefer to rest alone. Possibly – it's already a form of charity to allow him to stay in the same room.
When the lights went off, the room fell into silence. Lu Weixi stared at the ceiling. After three days of hardly sleeping, she was extremely tired. As tired as walking with her feet feeling like they were treading on cotton and an exploding headache.
But she couldn't sleep.
