It was evening before the members of the Jiang Family left the hospital room. Fu Yanli stayed behind.
Even after learning he was ill, Jiang Xun had still been able to talk and laugh. He was an optimist by nature, never prone to melancholy. Whatever happened, he would sleep on it and forget about it by the next morning.
Only now, in the quiet of the night, did he lie silently in his hospital bed, a hint of melancholy in his expression. There was no telling what he was thinking.
As he thought, his nose began to sting and his eyes grew sore. Tears slipped down without a sound.
Jiang Xun rolled over with his back to the door and silently pulled up the covers, wrapping himself entirely beneath them.
That was the sight that greeted Fu Yanli when he came in.
He walked over and crouched beside the bed, patting Jiang Xun's shoulder through the covers. "Xiao Xun, are you asleep?"
His voice was very soft, as though he was afraid of disturbing the person beneath the covers.
Only after a long while did a muffled reply come from underneath. "Mm."
Fu Yanli immediately heard that something was wrong. He pulled the covers away despite Jiang Xun's resistance, and the next instant, he met a pair of tear-filled eyes.
Under the light, Jiang Xun lay on his side, his short black hair disheveled. A patch of the pillow beneath him was already soaked with tears.
Tears had silently covered his entire fair little face. His eyes were red like a rabbit's, his thick black lashes trembled slightly, and the muscles around his lips quivered beyond his control.
Jiang Xun did not sob aloud. He merely shed tears in silence, yet that made him seem all the more sorrowful and