I came out of the office. As soon as I closed the door, I heard the Vice Dean begging for mercy inside.
"Mr. Shelton, I'm sorry. I was indeed possessed."
"Mr. Shelton, please forgive me. I won't do it again."
I walked along the corridor step by step.
If I hadn't known that it was Shelton inside just now, I would have thought that the Vice Dean was calling Patrick instead.
At the door of the emergency room, I saw Patrick smoking beside a trashcan.
He was dressed in a thin black suit only.
At night, few people could be seen in the hospital.
He was the only one standing in such a vast place.
I found the moonlight in autumn looked especially chilly. Against the pure white moonlight, the cigarette butt flickering in his hands looked lonely and insignificant.
I stood a few meters away from him and looked at him.
Thinking of what he said just now, I felt quite complicated in my heart.