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"Snap."

The hospital room door opened.

Tong Dan walked in alone.

Fang Qing, who was pressing a bandage to her forehead, looked up, "Has Mr. Mao left?"

"No, he's sitting outside."

Tong Dan looked gloomy.

"Alright, you know as well as I do, he didn't do anything wrong. It was our first meeting, and if it were you, it would have been different, for sure."

Tong Dan curled her lip, "Don't. If it were me, it probably wouldn't make any difference."

Fang Qing smiled faintly, "Who can be certain about things that haven't happened?"

Indeed.

The word "suppose" is inherently meaningless.

Tong Dan seemed much calmer, approached the bed, and tidied up the blanket.

"Do you feel dizzy?"

Fang Qing shook her head gently, "I'm really fine, no need to worry too much."

Tong Dan pulled over a chair and sat down. After a pause, and with lowered eyelids, she stared at the plain white blanket, "Qing Gege, I'm sorry."

"Sorry's no use if you still need the police."

Tong Dan looked up.