Fear
Chyou peeked inside the ward through a small, round window that let her see Gu Rong and Yating, the latter seated beside him. Yating held his father's hand, his gaze laced with an unreadable expression. It was as if his silence spoke volumes of his inexplicable thoughts.
She tiptoed and stepped in without making any noise. She clenched her fists seeing him look so tired and defeated. She slowly dragged another chair and took a seat beside him.
Yating realized her presence even without turning his head. He whispered wearily, "You should head back home and rest. I will be here with Dad."
"And who will be here with you?"
He shook slightly. "I am doing fine."
"Say that while looking at me."
He neither replied back nor moved.