Especially at this moment, in the darkness of the night, this feeling seems to be etched deep into the bone marrow.
Chai Xiyang is in a gloomy mood, staring at the book without able to concentrate on a single word.
Frustrated, he throws the book aside, just as the hospital room door suddenly swings open—
Then he sees Qiao Ning standing there, panting, her eyes red and unblinking as she stares at him!
He's not sure how she made it here; she is barely dressed, with just a thin, light grey sweater on.
Her hair is messy, as is her breath.
Seeing her in this state, Chai Xiyang's dark eyes flicker, but the words that come out of his mouth are icy cold, "What are you doing here? Get out!"
Tears instantly well up in Qiao Ning's eyes.
All the way here, she refused to believe he was sick, but now seeing him like this, she had to admit that it was true.
As though she didn't hear what he just said, Qiao Ning slowly approaches him, the tears in her eyes on the verge of falling.
