Yan Xianjue ultimately left after slamming the door.
Yu Bai glanced at the door panel Yan Xianjue had nearly torn off and felt there was really no need to ask Lin Shi how the conversation had gone.
He looked at Lin Shi, who had lain silently on his back in the hospital bed ever since Yan Xianjue left, and sighed helplessly. "Why did you have to provoke him?"
Lin Shi half-closed his eyes without speaking, his thoughts seemingly lost in some memory.
Yu Bai commented, "You're really cruel."
Lin Shi immediately laughed when he heard that. He sat up in bed, making it clear that he would not accept such an accusation.
The bad things he had done in his life would need to be written on both sides of his tombstone in five-point font after he died.
But this was the one thing he would not admit to.
He held out his hand to Yu Bai for today's cigarette.
Yu Bai rolled his eyes, pulled one from a crumpled cigarette pack, and handed it to him.
Lin Shi had hidden it himself. Ni Qiu had a nose like a bloodhound; the moment he smelled smoke in the hospital room, he would start shouting that he was going to tell Brother Yan.
Lin Shi snorted. As if he were afraid of Yan Xianjue.
After checking the time, he did not light the cigarette, merely rolling it back and forth in his palm.
He had started smoking in middle school. His family found out, and Lin Rui beat him up.
Lin Shi knew perfectly well that it had not been to teach him not to smoke. Lin Rui had merely wanted an excuse to beat him.
He propped up one leg, bent slightly at the knee, and lowered his head to