"Ayun, don't worry. My brother is with her! You should get some rest now!"
From time to time, he adjusted the cooling patch on my forehead. As soon as the old one warmed up, he would replace it with a new one.
I didn't want to burden him, so I closed my eyes and obediently went to sleep.
In actuality, I couldn't sleep, as I could still feel the warmth of his palm on my forehead from time to time.
Later.
He stood far away, making a phone call by the window. His voice was quiet, but hoarse.
Perhaps due to the medication, I finally drifted into a drowsy sleep.
When I woke up again, slightly dazed, in the middle of the night.
I saw Ding Yinuo standing alone in a shadowy corner, smoking with his back against the wall.
He looked weary, his eyes hollow.
I wanted to go and comfort him.
But I thought better of it.
The strong-willed him would probably be least willing to let me see his wounds right now.
The next morning, when I woke up, Ding Yinuo had already left.
