The private doctor left after administering the medicine.
Feng Chengjin tossed himself on the recliner sofa in a daze. After a while, realizing he couldn't sleep like that, he opened a large bottle of whiskey and drank himself into oblivion. Only after finishing a whole pack of cigarettes did he manage to fall asleep.
...
Days passed by in the same manner.
Beijing and Rong City's two ends.
While Qiu Zhixuan stared in a daze at a lunchbox at noon, Feng Chengjin was looking at a table full of Western food. He pursed his lips before suddenly pushing everything onto the floor with a "bang."
Then he got up, found some rice and vegetables, and cooked a Chinese-style preserved fruit meal.
At night, while Feng Chengjin played video games through the night in the living room, Qiu Zhixuan leaned under a tree in a still-cold courtyard in Beijing, gazing at the starless sky. She didn't want to cry, yet tears choked her as she hugged her knees in anguish until midnight.
