It was the small hours of the morning.
Xie Yanci stayed with him for a long time before leaving the hospital room.
A group of people in charge waited outside, ready to apologize. When they saw him emerge, they all instinctively stepped forward, but in the end, none dared take the lead.
Xie Yanci did not want to deal with any of them.
His indifferent, sinister gaze swept coldly over everyone before finally settling on Song Zhixing.
It lingered for only a moment before he turned and left.
Song Zhixing: "..."
Knowing he was in the wrong, Song Zhixing had no choice but to follow meekly behind him.
The Emergency Stairwell.
The stairwell entrance was pitch-black. The green light from the exit sign fell across the Alpha's gloomy, icy profile.
Light and shadow overlapped, obscuring his expression.
Xie Yanci leaned against the white wall, his long legs crossed. His eyes were lowered, a cigarette held between his thin lips.
The tiny ember flickered in the dim light.
He said nothing, and Song Zhixing stood beside him, not daring to speak either.
They waited in silence for the cigarette to burn out.
Xie Yanci stubbed it out in the trash can, then took another pack of cigarettes from Song Zhixing's pocket.
He tilted his head and lit one.
The swirling smoke obscured his dark eyes.
"..." Song Zhixing could not stand the silent treatment. After some thought, he decided to speak first. "If you're angry, just yell at me already. Don't stand there looking half-dead."
What he really wanted to say was, "Don't look like your wife just died."
He felt Xie Yanci would beat him to death.
"..."
The stairwell was exceptionally quiet. Xie Yanci did not respond, slowly exhaling smoke through his thin lips.
What weighed on him was