Jian Yufei: "..."
...
The two were cozying up in the room while Hua Zhongsheng sat outside.
He was holding a magazine in his hand but was in a daze.
Lately, he found himself zoning out more and more frequently.
For some reason, he felt as if something was weighing on his heart, but no matter how hard he tried to think or remember, he couldn't figure out what it was.
He'd felt this way before, but rarely.
Now, however, it was becoming more intense.
But he truly could not recall what was weighing on his heart.
When it was time, Hua Zhongsheng knocked on the bedroom door and entered to remove the silver needles from Jian Yufei's back.
He packed up the medical kit and returned to his room.
The waiter had already thoroughly cleaned the room, and he glanced around, then went to the bathroom to take a shower, and came out to rest.
Later on, Jian Yufei came to invite him for dinner, but he declined, planning to have dinner sent to his room and eat casually.
