However, she looked up at Nan Sichen, giving a slightly awkward smile, and said, "Well, you usually don't talk much, but when you do, you use idioms really well."
Nan Sichen: "..."
Qin Yin wasn't just making conversation. When he spoke earlier, she listened intently and genuinely felt that he used idioms well. Such phrases like "bloodied and battered," and "flesh and blood"—he used two such terrifying idioms in a single short sentence.
After that, the two fell into silence again, neither speaking. Nan Sichen wasn't one to talk much, and Qin Yin felt there was nothing to say.
The two of them continued to sit in silence in the ward for quite some time. Qin Yin suddenly looked outside at the sky—goodness, it had gotten dark. She'd agreed to have dinner with Jian Yanyan and had already spent the entire afternoon with Nianzhi and Bai Zhuohua. She wondered if they missed her or were looking for her.
She looked around, searching for her bag.
