Su Yin left the corridor.
Ji Zhihan just watched her, growing farther and farther away.
He silently sat in Su Yin's spot and then looked at the person inside the intensive care unit.
He sometimes even wondered.
If he were the one lying here, would Su Yin be as grief-stricken as Shen Feiwan... so deeply distressed...
Ji Zhihan gave a bitter smile.
How could that be possible?
The last time he was in a car accident and admitted to the hospital, he had heard that Su Yin didn't even come to visit him once.
What on earth was he hoping for?
The sky began to brighten gradually.
The corridor was quiet, and the intensive care unit was also silent.
Ji Zhihan sat in Su Yin's spot, resting his hands and fell asleep.
Shen Feiwan lay down on Fu Shiyan's hospital bed and slept as well.
Only Dick, as if he had felt someone touching his hand,
opened his eyes groggily and saw that the person on the bed seemed to have woken up.
He thought he had seen wrong.
