Xia Yanxin shrugged her shoulders and watched the security go after Shen Xiaoman. She composedly made her way to the ward. Having seen Xie Dongqing enter and exit before, she quickly found the room where Chu Sihao was staying and, with an anxious and uneasy heart, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Chu Sihao's head was wrapped in gauze, his left arm was hooked up to an IV drip, and he quietly lay on the hospital bed, his right hand gripping the bed frame as he flipped through a military book.
At the sound of footsteps, he looked up in astonishment, and after a long moment, a look of shock blossomed in his eyes, "Yanyan..."
Leaning against the door, Xia Yanxin clasped her hands together, wanting to smile, but finding instead that she was too overcome with sadness to do so. The words 'Brother Sihao' hadn't even left her lips when undisciplined tears began to stream down her face.
