Huo Sicheng's deep slanted eyes intently gazed at Qin Chong.
He gently tapped his slender fingers on the armrest intermittently.
The doctors he had sent immediately left the room, leaving only him and Qin Chong inside.
"Sicheng?" Qin Chong's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like rusted iron, "You said you had something to say, or do you want me to speak first?"
Huo Sicheng's wheelchair slowly moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the beautiful sunset and the glorious twilight.
After a while, he spoke in a deep voice, "The day after tomorrow is your birthday."
Qin Chong paused, then revealed a weak smile.
"Sicheng, I'm touched that you remember my birthday. You brought the doctors today to save me, hoping that I can have a healthy birthday."
