Turn Myself In
Editor: Atlas Studios
In the hospital, Fu Ting sat outside the operating theater in a daze. His eyes were hollow as he stared at the spotlessly clean wall. He suddenly felt extremely dirty.
Lian Jing sat on the chair with a cold expression and did not even look at him.
Zhong Xin ran round the corner with a stack of records. He glanced at the shrunken Fu Ting and stood beside Lian Jing. He said softly, "The hospitalization procedures have been completed. Old Master was over-agitated. He will be fine."
"Okay." Lian Jing nodded slightly and leaned back against the wall. He closed his eyes and did not speak again.
Fu Ting turned and looked at his cousin, who was impeccably dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He suddenly felt that he had never closed the distance between them even after all these years. Lian Jing had always been so lofty and unapproachable.