the light in the resting room was very soft.
because it was separated from the ward, the area was not large. other than the sofa, there was also a small round table.
song qincheng slowly regained consciousness. the smell of disinfectant still lingered in the air, reminding her that she was still in the hospital. there were no windows in the restroom, and she could not tell if it was day or night.
the man's familiar magnetic voice rang out, " "did i wake you up?"
song qincheng sat up slowly and saw yu tingchuan sitting on the other side of the sofa. he was wearing a shirt and a pair of trousers, and his demeanor was still as elegant as ever. he was looking at her face with a half-smile, and very quickly, she realized that she looked a little unkempt. her ponytail had loosened, and her hair was scattered messily.
"you ... when did you come back?" song qincheng was caught off guard and felt awkward.
"just now," yu tingchuan replied slowly.
