The room had only one bed, which she had slept in during the day, and she knew there was a crisp medicinal fragrance on the bedding, characteristic of Zhao Xiyan.
Standing in front of the bed and wondering what to do next, she suddenly heard the sound of a wheelchair from outside.
She walked to the door in a fluster, just about to open it, when suddenly she thought better of it, feeling like a young wife eagerly awaiting her husband's return.
So, she quickly turned around and went to the other side to organize the closet.
Although she hadn't stayed in this room for the last few nights, her things had been stored with Zhao Xiyan's.
Sure enough, the door creaked open, and Zhao Xiyan wheeled himself into the room.
By then, Qi Yue had figured out a way to get through the night without awkwardness.
Rushing to speak before Zhao Xiyan could, she blurted out, "I'll go get you a glass of water."