The hospital room was quiet. They hadn't shared more than ten sentences since their separation seven years ago. Now, they didn't have a clue what to say to each other.
In silence, the two of them had lost themselves in their thoughts, not exchanging a single word for an entire hour.
But Gu Yan did not try to send her away.
Ye Lu could no longer bear this atmosphere.
"When did our conversations become such an uphill climb?" Ye Lu thought back with a bitter smile. Their old dynamic used to be much more amusing.
"I was like a chirpy bird back then, and you once called me a chatterbox, claiming I would wake the dead with my incessant talking. You were always the quiet one, detesting all the noise, and I would drive you up the wall."
Gu Yan's eyes shifted, recalling how he used to seclude himself in his study all day, spending hours staring at the empty room, never uttering a word.
