The nurse left, and outside the window at three in the morning, the night was mottled, the sound of rain gradually stopped.
The overly quiet atmosphere in the ward, along with the man's gaze from the hospital bed, made Shi Su somewhat hesitant.
For a moment, she didn't know whether to step forward to ask about his wound or to leave.
Jing Jihan glanced at the clock on the wall of the ward, his tone hoarse: "Three in the morning, who can you go looking for?"
Shi Su coughed once and took a few seconds before speaking: "So much has happened tonight, why haven't Zhou He and the others come to the hospital?"
"Zhou He didn't come to Hong Kong."
His hoarse voice paused, then suddenly changed the subject: "Get me a glass of water."
"Oh."
She was playing dumb earlier, but now that he directly pointed out his need for water, she couldn't let him remain thirsty.
