Lian Qingyang stood by the window, the cold wind blowing in, cooling his heated heart.
He worried that the strong wind might make Jin Yan in the ward sicker, so he only stood there for a short while before returning to the ward. He sat on the neighboring bed, his eyes fixed on the water in the IV drip, gradually calming down.
Cooled down, Lian Qingyang tilted his head in thought, looking at Jin Yan sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, and muttered to himself: It's all that dream's fault!
"Nurse, the IV drip is empty."
When Lian Qingyang saw the IV drip was empty, he called the nurse. Though Jin Yan slept sweetly, Lian Qingyang's stomach started to sing "The Empty City Plan".
It was already six in the evening. Walking through the corridor, the aroma of food mixed with the smell of disinfectant wafted through. Even someone as germophobic as him couldn't help but want a bite of hot food.
Sister, dear sister, you haven't forgotten about me, right?
