The atmosphere in the ward grew heavy as Song Chengfeng sank into his thoughts, processing everything Qi Jianyi had shared. She sat quietly, giving him the time he needed.
She understood that even though he had resolved to help her return to her real world, accepting the reality of her departure was a bitter pill to swallow. While he might not try to stop her, that didn't mean he was ready to let her go.
The room fell into a strange but not unpleasant silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts. The stillness was broken suddenly by an abrupt knock at the door.
Qi Jianyi tilted her head slightly, shifting to peer around Song Chengfeng's broad frame, which instinctively blocked her view of the doorway.
The door creaked open without waiting for permission, though Qi Jianyi had no intention of granting it anyway.
While she quietly wondered who had come to visit, Song Chengfeng glared sharply in the direction of the disturbance.
