Chi Huan heard his voice before she barely snapped back to reality, setting down her bag in passing and taking a seat on the chair. Only then did she lift her eyes to look at the man's face on the hospital bed.
He was still as handsome as to stir one's heart, only much thinner, and looked even more stern.
Their eyes met.
The man's expression was so indifferent that no emotion could be discerned. His deep, dark eyes reminiscent of the midnight sea's surface, shimmering with light and waves, yet beneath them, undercurrents roiled.
He quietly observed her, as if assessing her, as if reacquainting himself with her all over again.
Such a gaze inexplicably made her anxious.
Her fingers resting on her knees slowly curled up, and she unconsciously called out his name, "Mo Shiqian."
The man's thin lips twitched slightly, curving into a faint smile, "You could have chosen not to come, so why take the initiative now?"