An angel descending from the heavens.
Xiang Yu slumped into the chair in the small clinic, exhaustion weighing heavily on him. Lian and Mei lay on the hospital beds nearby, their breathing steady and peaceful. They had been refusing to fall asleep, but it didn't take long before they were lying there in deep sleep due to exhaustion. The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of medical equipment the only sound breaking the silence.
Old Song entered the room quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the tiled floor. Seeing the trio asleep, he smiled gently. He fetched a blanket from a nearby cabinet and draped it over Xiang Yu, ensuring he wouldn't be cold through the night. As he closed the door softly behind him, Xiang Yu's eyes fluttered open. He had been awake the entire time, his vigilance never wavering. Trust was a luxury he couldn't afford, even with someone as kind as Old Song. From the story, he was a very good person, but Xiang Yu could never let his guard down in front of strangers.