Fu Han occasionally looked up at He Xing's back, He was extremely serious while working, and somehow, he looked even more... handsome when engrossed in his tasks.
His spine was always straight, no matter what; even when he occasionally stroked his chin in thought, he sat up ramrod straight, like a bamboo that would never bend, possessing an unyielding character.
Suddenly, the piercing ring of a phone shattered the quiet of the ward—someone was calling He Xing.
For some reason, when the ringtone sounded, Fu Han's heart began to race uncontrollably, a sense of intense unease flooding her. Her hands even started trembling.
Frowning, He Xing glanced at his phone screen and thought for a moment before he stood up and said to Fu Han, "Xiaohan, I'm going out to take a call. I'll be right back."
Fu Han didn't want him to leave, but the words wouldn't come out, and she could only nod silently.
