The moment Feng Tian's eyes landed on the man who lightly patted Du Jing on the shoulder before stepping into the room, her demeanor changed, and so did the air in the room, which seemed to have suddenly grown colder as an oppressive silence thickened the atmosphere, creating palpable tension.
Feng Tian watched the woman in front of her recoil slightly as he began to take small and slow steps towards them, and stopped a few feet from her, his tall figure and perfectly chiseled face doing nothing to conceal his true nature. Despite the smile gracing his lips, it was the smile of a predator, sharp and calculating.
Feng Tian watched him with a subtle nod, acknowledging the thinly veiled expression before she reached for the bouquet on the bedside table, deciding to arrange them in a vase to brighten up the room.
Shifting his gaze towards the woman on the hospital bed, he sighed.
