Gently leaning against the wall, listening to the crying from the hospital room, Bi Xia rested her head against the wall, looking up at the glaring corridor light.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands passed in front of her, then landed directly over her eyes, blocking all her vision accurately.
Bi Xia didn't move, just let Qin Zhan cover her eyes. As long as Qin Zhan didn't mind the strain, she could keep this position without moving.
The two maintained this posture for an unknown amount of time. Then Bi Xia smelled a whiff of tobacco, suddenly remembering that she had always been quite repulsed by others smoking—the stench of secondhand smoke always felt extremely nauseous whenever it passed by her.
But somehow, when it came to Qin Zhan, everything seemed to become better. Even the smell of smoke didn't feel pungent and foul anymore; instead, it gave her a sense of extreme security...
