Nothing strange happened for the rest of the night.
Dawn came as usual.
The first person to wake was Xinxin.
Last night, she had not handed the medical record to Lian Yan. He had been too eager, so eager that it unsettled her.
Later, Nurse Liu had appeared at the ward door, but what happened next terrified Xinxin.
When Lian Yan failed to get the medical record, a host of strange expressions instantly crossed his face, some frightening, others struggling. Veins bulged on one of his hands, but his other hand held it down tightly, stopping it from attacking Xinxin.
This bizarre scene continued until "Nurse Liu" appeared.
She stood at the ward door and witnessed Lian Yan's strange behavior. Yet "Nurse Liu" flew into a rage as though something had provoked her. She rushed into the room, kicked Lian Yan to the floor, and slapped him hard several times, only leaving after blood kept spilling from his mouth.
And all of this... left Xinxin deeply uneasy.
She already sensed that Lian Yan seemed to be fighting some kind of will. He needed her help... but she had refused to help him.
She had not slept well that night.
She woke before seven in the morning, but by then, Lian Yan was already standing by the window, his violin resting against his collarbone.
The breeze was gentle and the sunlight warm. It did not feel like a world of horror at all.
Xinxin watched his back. Last night, this man had not blamed her. Instead, he had even given her the hospital bed and slept on the sofa himself.
Hearing Xinxin stir, Lian Yan turned his head slightly and glanced at her.
Xinxin avoided his gaze. She kept feeling that she was the one who ought to be sorry.
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