The silent corridor, tranquil and still.
With the chime of the elevator, the doors slid open, and Chu Yelin walked out, clothed in a hospital gown.
His gaze shifted into the distance, fixing on the black-clad bodyguards outside the VIP patient ward. His thin lips tightened into a straight line.
For days on end, Yin Moran had been in a cold war with Lin Qian. And now, he heard that the two of them had patched things up again today?
Is it truly impossible to separate them?
He refused to believe it!
Taking out his phone, he dialed Lin Qian's number.
The receiver carried the prolonged, steady hum of connection, one ring after another, until finally, a woman's clear and bright voice echoed from within.
"Hello? Chu Yelin?"
"Mm, it's me. Are you asleep?"
Chu Yelin walked into a corner, staring into the void ahead, letting images of a woman's radiant, smiling face flicker in his mind.
"Hmm, not yet. What's up? Is there something wrong?"