"Is the person sent to the hospital? How is the situation now?"
"The person has been sent to the hospital, still in critical condition. Mr. Moli,... do you want to come over?" The person on the other end of the phone hesitantly asked.
Xiao Moli paused for a moment and said, "I understand."
After hanging up, he returned to the bedside. An Ziqi had already wrapped herself in the quilt.
Xiao Moli lay down beside her, pulled her stiff body into his arms, "I...."
"I know, just go." An Ziqi interrupted him, her voice muffled within the blanket.
Xiao Moli pulled her out from under the quilt, turned her face to him, leaned down and rested his forehead against hers, "I'll come back quickly. Wait for me."
"Hmm." An Ziqi responded in a low voice. Her heart was filled with an indescribable loss and bitterness.
Xiao Moli gave her a final kiss, picked up his clothes from the floor, quickly dressed and left the room.
The sound of closing the door echoed in the room.
