The moment Qing Yi picked him up, his heart felt like it was breaking into pieces.
Underneath the loose hospital gown, how thin had he become.
Carrying him through two corridors, up three flights of stairs, and then two more corridors, he didn't exert any effort. The weight was so light it hurt to think about.
"Without me, you really can't take care of yourself. There's money in the card, why didn't you know to change to a better ward?" Qing Yi said while tucking him in after laying him on the bed.
His tone had no hint of blame, only heartache and self-reproach.
"If I touched the money in the card, wouldn't you have found out?" the drunkard said with a smile.
Qing Yi paused, looked at him, but said nothing.
Seeing Qing Yi remain silent, the drunkard retorted, "Why don't you ask me; if you hadn't found me, would I have kept hiding it from you until the unfortunate end?"
