The trip to the hospital was very quiet and almost no conversation transpired between them. Both were too lost on their thoughts and feelings to say something.
The rain patterned down the roof of the car and the windows to a certain rhythm that was melancholic in its own way. There was utter silence, yet their hearts and minds are screaming loudly. It was a dichotomy of wanting to speak yet also not wanting to.
They soon reached the hospital where President Hu was confined in. It was a grander hospital than everywhere else, yet all hospitals are the same anyway. They all have this bleak and dry atmosphere hanging over the air and making you weary.
Everything was white that it strains the eye. Mo Aini remembered how much Hu Chuntian hates this place.
He turned to Hu Dongtian to see if he hates it too.
