After eleven, the sun came out, and the fog finally cleared.
Plants covered Sleeping Mountain. The wind was strong up there, and whenever it blew, the branches and leaves rustled.
After getting out of the car, Qin Manjiang saw Mr. Zhou being taken away to register. Since he had made an appointment, a nurse led him to see Qin Manyi after confirming his identity.
After all, Qin Manyi had a "homicide case" hanging over her. At the police's request, she stayed in a single room on the top floor, a "privilege" usually reserved for patients with more severe mental illnesses.
"She's still asleep."
The nurse opened the door and spoke softly.
Qin Manjiang looked toward her. Although the window was open, sturdy iron bars sealed it off. The white curtains billowed in the wind, fluttering freely.
Qin Manyi lay on her side, facing the window.
"Thank you..." Qin Manjiang thanked the nurse and entered the room.
Seeing this, the nurse stepped out and closed the door behind her.
Click-
The faint sound of the door closing was especially distinct in the quiet room.
"You're awake?"
Qin Manjiang walked toward her window.
Sure enough, Qin Manyi rolled over and looked at him.
"How did you know I was awake?" She sat up against her pillow, her dark eyes looking straight at Qin Manjiang.
"You're used to sleeping on your back. You can't fall asleep on your side. You said so yourself." Qin Manjiang set the fruit he had picked up on the cabinet beside her.
Turning his head, he saw her blue-and-white hospital gown and frowned. "Aren't you cold?"
As he spoke, Qin Manjiang took off his jacket and handed it over.
"Put this on."
Qin Manyi took the jacket and wrinkled her nose. "You've started smoking?"
"No. I ran into