By evening, Wen Zhiyuan was already waiting in the corridor opposite the ward.
At night, the butler Xie brought some freshly cooked soup to the ward. Qin Chen was doing rounds at the hospital and couldn't be with Shen Di.
Wen Zhiyuan pondered for a long time. As night fell, taking advantage of the butler Xie's exit, he walked towards the ward.
The key turned to open the door, and Shen Di, who was drinking soup, quickly turned off the TV.
"Butler? Are you back again?" Shen Di thought that the butler Xie had returned.
"It's me." Wen Zhiyuan opened the door, locked it from the inside, and walked to her bedside.
Wen Zhiyuan's expression was calm and composed, his eyes showing no waves of emotion.
Shen Di was startled: "How did you come? Didn't you return to the country?"
Many days ago, didn't the butler Xie persuade him to leave? Or did he never leave at all?
Wearing a black coat, Wen Zhiyuan stood by the bed, carrying a hint of the cold wind's breath.
