The infusion contained sedatives, and the young man fell into a deep sleep.
Even in his dreams, his brows never relaxed.
The ward was quiet, outside the floor-to-ceiling window was a dark, cold night, with no stars or moon, and the sky was gloomy, as if brewing the next snowstorm.
The infusion bag was nearly empty.
Shen You'an pulled the bell at the head of the bed.
Leaning over to tuck the boy in, she got up and quietly left the room.
A nurse with a sweet appearance approached carrying a medical tray. As they passed, the nurse couldn't help staring at the girl's face, taking a moment to recover.
"Miss Shen." Secretary Su bowed, "Sir wants to see you, please come with me."
Secretary Su pushed open the door of the adjacent ward and closed it carefully after Shen You'an entered.
A tall back stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Shedding his usual dominance, he appeared a bit desolate and tired under the lamp's light.
