In the days leading up to Pei Yang's discharge, Feng Wanting came to the hospital far less often.
The day before yesterday, he had come twice, making a hurried visit in the morning and another brief appearance in the afternoon. All told, he hadn't spent more than three hours at the hospital.
Yesterday, he had only shown up once, chatted with Pei Yang for a while, then left, saying he had business to attend to at the group.
Pei Yang curled up in bed, feeling a little down. They had only been together a few days, and it was already like this. Yet Feng Wanting had talked about getting married. Would they have even less to say to each other after marriage?
He let out a long sigh. Staying in the ward was getting oppressive, so stifling that he could barely breathe. He wanted to go out for a walk.
Pei Yang slowly sat up, hung his IV bottle on the stand, pushed back the covers, and dragged the stand toward the door.
They called it a hospital room, but it felt more like a luxury five-star hotel room furnished with medical equipment. The door was a long way from the bed, and Pei Yang was already a little breathless by the time he reached it. Just as he went to turn the handle, the door opened from outside, its edge skimming past his forehead. He dodged instinctively and nearly fell.
At the last possible second, Feng Wanting caught him firmly around the waist. "Where are you going?"
Still upset, Pei Yang took a step back and ignored him.
"You're getting out of bed before you've fully recovered? Be good and go lie down."
Pei Yang couldn't help snapping, "I'm about to be discharged. There's nothing wrong with getting up