On 2.14 am in the morning, the entire fifth floor was being jolted awake. The nurses scrambled around Shi Nian in panic, asking. "Shi Nian, what's wrong?" "It's okay, don't cry." "Can you let go of him first?"
But Shi Nian didn't hear any of it, or to be exact she couldn't afford to. She had cried so much that she wheezed, her nose and throat blocked and she could only breathe through her mouth like fish out of water. Her head buzzed in pain and the voices seemed as if they came from a place far away. Her entire body was soft and weak, but only her grip on Jiang Jinyan's hand was so tight as if she was holding onto her sole savior.
To be honest, Jiang Jinyan felt very awkward.
He wasn't in a good mood to begin with and the circle of people with one talking after another caused him a headache. But when he lowered his head and saw Shi Nian's pale face and swollen eyes, all of the words stuck on his throat and he didn't know what to do.