In the end, Xinan still hadn't brought up her departure to Cheng Yi.
That night Xinan hadn't slept at all, her mind consumed with thoughts of Cheng Yi's illness.
What if the condition worsened?
He was still so young, didn't have children of his own...
What if it couldn't be cured? Would he pass away just like that?
Xinan had seen Cheng Yi secretly taking medication several times before, she had thought it was just stomach pain, so she didn't say anything. Now, thinking back, she felt truly frightened.
All the clues had been there.
Come daybreak, all the answers would be revealed.
The next day, as dawn broke, Xinan got out of bed, freshened up, and casually put on a T-shirt and shorts.
She opened her door, and next door, another door-opening sound echoed. She and Cheng Yi faced each other.
"Good morning," they both said in unison.
Xinan forced a small smile. "Why are you up so early?"
It was only five thirty, and the hospital wouldn't open until nine.