He was wearing a camel-colored woolen coat today. The warm color suited him well. He was standing hands folded across his chest in a corner of the hospital, yet his presence was still eye-catching. Among the constant stream of people coming and going, he was the one who always caught the eye first.
"Sinian!"
Meng Xi'er ran over in a hurry. As the man leaning against the wall heard her voice, he slowly raised his head, revealing a gentle smile.
Meng Xi'er had run so fast that a few strands of her hair were standing on end. Mo Sinian reached out to smooth her hair, saying, "Don't rush."
"Did you wait long?" Meng Xi'er asked apologetically, "The traffic was heavy on the way. I'm really sorry."
