A sliver of sunlight climbed above the horizon, and Liu Jiayi, with deep bags under her eyes, got up early from bed. After freshening up, she drove out of the villa, bought some breakfast on the way, and hurried to the hospital.
In the corridor of the Intensive Care Unit, Wang Yu and Qin Tian stood arms crossed, leaning on the chairs, their faces etched with fatigue. They hadn't slept all night, and despite the bloodshot in their eyes and the piercing pain, they still felt no desire to sleep.
"Clack clack clack..."
The sound of high heels walking grew louder as it approached, echoing in the quiet hallway of the ward. Wang Yu and Qin Tian turned their heads, only to see Liu Jiayi carrying some items as she walked over.
"Why have you come so early?" Wang Yu asked as he stood up.
