Sheng Shi lifted his hand and fumbled in his pocket before he remembered that because smoking was forbidden in the hospital, he had long since discarded his cigarettes. He felt a dryness in his mouth, moved it around a bit, and after a considerable pause, he stood up straight, approached the door, gently pushed it open, and walked in.
The ward's sleep lamp emitted a dim glow, casting unclear expressions on people's faces.
Sheng Shi walked to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed, and then saw the woman's pale, peacefully sleeping face.
He lifted his hand and gently touched her cheek, his fingers trembling slightly. His gaze slowly traced the contours of her face, eventually coming to rest on the wounds on her wrists, a harrowing reminder of the cruel actions he had taken.
