Xia Qianxi sat in front of the hospital bed, staring at him. Under the pale, bright light, Xing Tuo’s face was frighteningly pale, his brow tightly furrowed, breathing slightly irregular, lips pressed together, seemingly enduring immense unease and pain. His hand still clutched hers tightly. A gentle night breeze blew, lifting a corner of the curtain, and fine rain began to fall outside, with distant neon lights flickering blurrily in the rain.
An uneasy silence filled the hospital room…
The night seemed deep.
She raised her wrist to check the time; it was almost midnight. The bus was long gone, and she glanced at the deserted street. Probably because of the rain, there wasn’t even a taxi in sight. She stood by the roadside for a while, then dragged her heavy steps homeward. The cinema wasn’t far from home, but it would still take at least twenty minutes to walk. She sighed. Although she hadn’t eaten dinner, she didn’t feel hungry; her stomach had long stopped hurting.
Cold raindrops hit her body, and she hugged her arms tightly while walking slowly under the dim street lamp.
A silver Ferrari was quietly parked in the shadow of the roadside wall.
Xing Tuo flipped through the documents in his hand; he had been waiting here for a long time. Putting down the papers, he slowly lowered the car window, raising his eyes to look at the apartment shrouded in fine rain. He had called her home, but her mother said she hadn’t returned yet. Calling her phone only resulted in a busy tone. He looked down at his watch; it was 12:15. His brow unconsciously furrowed.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared under the street lamp ahead. Though blurred in the misty rain, he immediately recognized her as the woman he had been waiting for all night. She wasn’t carrying an umbrella and had been in the rain for so long! Rainwater dripped down her face, and her hair was wet and hanging on her shoulders. His hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning slightly white.
