Gu Yihuan slept on the couch.
Someone pushed the door open and sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed.
Xie Shang opened his eyes—and in a flash, the light pierced into them, dazzling. That discomfort of going abruptly from dark to bright instinctively makes one close their eyes to reduce the intensity of the light, but Xie Shang didn't. He looked straight into it, letting his eyes get scorched hot.
"You finally came."
Wen Changling glanced at the sofa and said in a low voice, "You haven't slept."
"I've been waiting for you."
Wen Changling didn't want to come; it was the Chinese honeycomb playing tricks, keeping her from sleeping, which was why she came. She felt that the Chinese honeycomb was similar to alcohol, temporarily numbing people's nerves, making their actions and behavior abnormal.
Anyway, she wouldn't light it again; this was just this one time.
"Does your wound hurt?"
"It hurts."
Xie Shang was showing his weakness to her.