Outside the ward, Qiu Yuluo and Ning Che were not in a hurry to leave.
They could vaguely hear Lin Yi's voice.
It was gentle and pleasant.
In their impression, this was the first time they had heard Lin Yi speak to another person with this kind of attitude and tone.
This was the gentleness that he had hidden in his heart and had never shown to anyone.
At five o'clock in the evening, Ning Che gave Lin Yi something.
Ning Che wanted to persuade Lin Yi to eat something, but she didn't know how to say it.
If it were her, she would definitely not be able to eat either.
She could only let him slowly calm down. No one else could help.
At around nine in the evening, Qiao Xin arrived.
After resting for a while, her complexion was slightly better, but her mental state had not recovered fully. It was still a little poor.
"Brother Lin, you should go eat something too," Qiao Xin said, her heart aching.
