Rare Phenomenon

Zhao Lifei didn't know why she was hesitating in front of the hospital door. She had been pacing outside for a good minute now, debating if she should just go home.

It wasn't that she was fearful or nervous, but more of, she dreaded the conversation they would have. Letting out an aggravated sigh at her indecisiveness, she decided to suck it up and open the door. Once again, she was greeted by the spacious hospital room, this time, cleared of the flowers from last night. She figured Zhao Xingxing must've realized lilies were funeral flowers since the baskets of fruits were still sitting on a table.

"Xiao Fei." Zhao Moyao had been watching his door ever since she was waiting outside. He wondered if she knew the sound of her pacing was loud. The small clicks of her high heels outside were like Chinese firecrackers. His eyes shifted to her flat stomach. She had loosely tucked her satin navy top into her black pants, hiding any bump from curious eyes.