Xia Lu sat blankly on the chair outside the hospital room, her mind empty. She didn't know what she was thinking.
When they first arrived, the hospital's parking lot was full, and Zhou Mingchen had been waiting outside. It was only now that he parked and came inside. Hearing the noise in the corridor, everything became clear.
He sat down next to Xia Lu, reached out to embrace her head, and rested it on his shoulder.
Xia Lu didn't cry, which even she found strange. She was someone whose tear ducts were highly developed; usually, seeing others encounter distressing situations would make her empathize uncontrollably. But now, she seemed to be parched. She couldn't articulate her feelings, or perhaps she felt a bit of everything.
"Can you help me pick up my mom?" She suddenly raised her head and asked Zhou Mingchen.
"I've already sent a driver to pick her up." Zhou Mingchen raised his hand to look at his watch, "They should be on their way now."
