Lin Yan also threw back the covers and got up. The door of the adjacent room was open, allowing a faint sliver of light to leak through.
She didn't go to disturb him. She couldn't share his burden; all she could do was not complicate things further for him.
Back in her bedroom, her phone screen lit up and then went off.
Lin Yan lay on the bed to grab her phone. There were several missed calls, all from Lin Yang.
It was so late, and Lin Yang was still calling; she definitely sensed something had happened.
Lin Yan immediately called back.
It took a long time for someone to answer on the other end.
"Sister, what exactly did you say to Qingfeng? He barged into the hospital like a madman, threatening to kill me, saying that it wouldn't be unjust if I died, and to blame you. If it weren't for other people intervening, he could have stabbed me to death." Lin Yang's breath was rapid, his voice choked with sobs.
