"If you're thanking me, then don't curse me."
Shen Lang raised a hand and rubbed Li Liusi's head, then put away the porridge cooker.
"Get some proper rest. I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning. Rest well tonight—I'm going out to eat first."
Li Liusi was alone in the hospital room. It was unusually quiet, aside from the occasional nurse wheeling a hospital bed swiftly past the door.
In this unfamiliar place, watching Shen Lang turn to leave made Li Liusi's heart tighten for no reason. She could not stop herself from calling out to him. "Shen Lang!"
"Hm? What is it?"
Holding the porridge cooker, Shen Lang turned back to look at Li Liusi, who seemed to want to say something but held it back.
"N-Nothing."
Li Liusi murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, lowering her head deeply.
Shen Lang sighed softly, closed the hospital room door, and left.
Li Liusi stared blankly at the closed door, her tear-filled eyes brimming with helplessness and lowly yearning.
She desperately wanted Shen Lang to stay with her. Even if they did nothing at all, that would have been enough.
But she knew she barely had any relationship with Shen Lang. The fact that he had brought her to the hospital was already more than kind enough.
What right did she have to ask him to stay and keep her company?
"Doctor, please save my dad!"
"I'm sorry. We did everything we could. Please accept our condolences."
Heart-rending wails and the doctor's helpless regret came from the neighboring hospital room.
Li Liusi trembled all over and curled up beneath the covers. The sight of her parents dying bloodied and mangled in hospital beds when she was young kept surging through her mind.
A few minutes later, the door