In the end, the man could only grumble inwardly a few times: What young man? I'm only a few years older than him myself.
Why did he have this déjà vu-like feeling of being an elder dealing with a junior?
But for the sake of the editor who had extended an olive branch to him, he would never say those words aloud.
"I have something to take care of, so I'll leave first."
Editor Zhang rose from his chair.
"It's raining."
Someone in the hospital room called out.
The man instinctively propped himself up and looked toward the window.
His bed wasn't the one beside the window. There was one bed between them.
"What are you doing?"
Editor Zhang frowned. "Your body is still weak."
The man knew Editor Zhang was right.
After propping himself up for only this short while, he already felt his arms trembling.
He let himself fall back onto the bed.
He had already seen it.
It really was raining outside.
The hospital room wasn't noisy.
Once he calmed down, he could even hear the sound of raindrops striking the windowsill.
"It's raining."
He murmured.
"Yeah, it's raining."
Editor Zhang was puzzled. "What's wrong with it raining?"
"It's raining. A Yu is coming."
The man's words made Editor Zhang's already furrowed brows draw together even more, and he no longer seemed in a hurry to leave.
He sat back down in the chair and lowered his voice.
After all, this wasn't exactly something to discuss loudly.
"Zhang He, are you done yet?"
He was starting to get impatient.
How many times did he have to say the same thing?
"A Yu is gone."
"You searched for A Yu for so long that day. Did you find her?"
"No."
He didn't need to ask the man.