She sat on the velvet settee near the far wall, wrapped in a pale cashmere blanket. Her face was ghost-white, her eyes red and swollen with tears. Her hands clutched the blanket tightly around her trembling body as she let out soft, ragged sobs.
When she saw him approaching, her eyes filled with tears again, and her lips trembled.
"Xiao…" she whispered brokenly, her voice hoarse and raw. "Xiao… I… I was so scared… I thought she would kill me… I thought… I thought I would never see you again… I can't… I can't stop shaking…"
Her voice cracked into another sob as she pressed the back of her trembling hand against her forehead, her fragile shoulders quivering beneath the blanket.
He said nothing, only looked at her with those cold, dark eyes, eyes that flickered briefly with an unreadable emotion before turning towards Dr. Han, who stood a few steps away, packing up his black medical kit.
