Lu Wanwan looked silently, unable to utter a single word.
Then she watched Gu Annan finish reading the surgery consent form she had signed.
He read it word by word.
Gu Annan did not mock, did not rage, nor did he question her to explain everything.
He was excessively calm.
In the end, he didn't stand up but leaned against the wall, sitting down beside her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lu Wanwan watched him. He didn't mind if his clothes would get dirty with the unbearable dust, didn't care about the posture or the annoying smell in the hospital, nor did he mind if someone might suddenly come in and see this unusual scene.
Lu Wanwan's tear-choked voice gradually stopped, her gaze hollow, looking ahead.
Her heart felt empty, as if a cold wind could blow through it.
In the deathly silent ward, besides her breathing, there was only his breathing.
After a moment, the arm beside her extended, pulling her into an embrace, holding her tightly.
