He Xing's bloodshot eyes flashed in front of Fu Han, her fingers gripping tightly but then quickly releasing: "Thanks anyway, no matter what."
...
Outside the ward, in the corridor.
He Xing took two quick steps towards Ji Liangchuan, then suddenly stopped and turned his head awkwardly: "How is she doing now?"
Ji Liangchuan smiled: "She's doing well, it's just..." He hesitated briefly before speaking again: "I think she has a big misunderstanding about you. Is there something between you two that hasn't been cleared up?"
A long silence followed, so prolonged that Ji Liangchuan knew He Xing would not respond.
He Xing fumbled in his pocket, finding nothing. He turned to Ji Liangchuan: "Do you have a cigarette?"
The two men sat on opposite ends of a bench, each holding a cigarette between their fingers. The subtle scent of tobacco wafted through the air, and the white ash flicked between them fell like snowflakes from the sky.
