Hmm?
Qiao Jing slightly raised her eyebrows, pale as mist, her expression reflecting a mixture of doubt and inquiry in the man's eyes.
Zhan Qipei saw that Qiao Jing remained silent, which inexplicably distressed him.
Was this question that hard to answer?
As time ticked by, Zhan Qipei suddenly became nervous.
He feared the next words out of Qiao Jing would be ones he didn't want to hear.
"You—"
"You rest, I have something to attend to," Zhan Qipei interrupted, suddenly unwilling to hear Qiao Jing's response. He stood up and left the hospital room.
Once outside, he leaned back against the door.
Why had he become so strange?
What was he to her? What was their relationship?
After composing his chaotic thoughts, Zhan Qipei regained his usual composure.
Qiao Jing looked at the closed hospital room door, pondered for a few seconds, then shrugged it off and picked up her phone, idly browsing.