Things kept hidden

Chyou ran inside the hospital at full speed despite the passing nurses' warning to go slow. But she didn't care. She took a turn at the corridor and finally saw Yating sitting on a bench opposite a ward. Beside him was Butler Mo.

She breathlessly came up to him and took a seat by his side. "Yating."

Butler Mo looked taken aback. "Miss. Zhu."

Yating, who had his head lowered in his hands, slowly looked up. "Chyou…"

Chyou felt her chest squeeze. His eyes looked red and haggard as if he had aged by years. His handsome face was now marred with grief. She felt her eyes ache too but she wanted to be strong for him.

She gently held his hand and squeezed it in her palm. Her delicate fingers wrapped themselves around his knuckles, providing warmth to his cold hand.

"You don't have to look so low and gloomy Yating because Uncle Rong will be all fit and fine in no time, okay? So cheer up or he will feel extra sad to see his son like this."