Yin Sufang had meant to call Feng Wanting over and ask him to get a doctor to examine Pei Yang. Pei Yang misunderstood, and, as though triggered, grabbed Yin Sufang's arm with strength that came from nowhere.
"...No, don't. I'm fine. Don't call him." Pei Yang's voice was barely a whisper, his bloodless lips trembling slightly.
"..."
Yin Sufang sat back down. "He's right outside. Sooner or later, he'll find out you're awake."
"I know. But I..." A dull ache lingered in Pei Yang's chest. He tried to draw a breath, but it hurt too much, and he immediately let it out halfway through. His loose hospital gown rose and fell gently with his labored breathing. "But I just can't face him."
"...Wei Ziyun gave me a rough idea of what happened between you two. From my perspective as an outsider..." Yin Sufang leaned forward slightly, his tone earnest. "If Feng Wanting really held it against you that your father indirectly caused his brother's death, he wouldn't have saved you, put you in such a nice room, or stayed by your side day and night."
"...Stayed by my side, day and night?" Pei Yang repeated.
"Yeah. You were unconscious for a week, and he didn't go to work that entire week." Yin Sufang grew animated. "There was an important contract signing today. I quietly asked that idiot Wei Ziyun about it, and it involved over a billion! Over a billion! That could buy my life several times over! Yet Feng Wanting didn't even show his face. He just left it all to Wei Ziyun."
"..."
"If he blamed you, why would he go this far for you? Wouldn't it have been easier to let you die?"
Pei Yang lowered his eyes.
He remembered every word Feng Wanting had said before