"Of course I know, but she doesn't mean any harm. Besides, even if she did, I don't care anymore."
Shane Winchester looked at her in silence, and Jackson Sully spoke again: "Shane, I'm about to die, what else can she possibly do to hurt me?"
"Got it." Shane Winchester lowered his eyes and spoke softly.
Jackson Sully stared at him for a while without saying anything more. Shane Winchester seemed a bit restless, unusually not accompanying her to finish watching the boring and lengthy family drama. He got up and left the ward, lighting up a cigarette at the corridor end, his chest aching terribly.
Watching the room door lightly trembling, Jackson Sully was stunned for a long time.
After a long while, she got up and went to the window side, looking at the jasmine in the basin. The sparse branches and leaves were pitiful. Even if she carefully tended to it, she didn't know if it could survive until next year.
