After eleven, the sun came out, and the fog finally cleared.
Sleeping Mountain was covered in vegetation. The wind was strong up in the mountains, and whenever it blew, the branches and leaves rustled.
After getting off the bus, Qin Manjiang saw Mr. Zhou being taken away to register. Since he had made an appointment in advance, a nurse led him to see Qin Manyi once his identity was confirmed.
Qin Manyi did, after all, have a "murder case" hanging over her. At the police's request, she occupied a private 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 quietly.
Qin Manjiang looked toward her. The window was open, but sturdy iron bars sealed it off. The wind billowed through the white curtains, sending them 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 withdrew, closing the door behind her.
Click-
The faint sound of the door closing was particularly distinct in the quiet room.
"You're awake?"
Qin Manjiang walked toward her bedside.
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 as he spoke.
Turning his head, he saw her blue-and-white hospital clothes and frowned. "Aren't you cold?"
As he spoke, Qin Manjiang took off his jacket and handed it over.
"Put this over your shoulders."
Qin Manyi took the jacket