The only light came from the flickering emergency lamp at the end of the hallway, casting a faint beam through the crack in the door.
He saw the familiar figure.
She sat quietly in the gloom, her silhouette blurred at the edges by the shadows, but the sight still made his heart clench.
Song Qingya sat in the chair by the bed, her body leaning slightly forward, her hands folded in her lap.
Her shoulders were a little stiff, as if she had been holding the same position for a long time without moving.
He walked over silently. When he was close, he reached out and touched Song Qingya's shoulder.
Song Qingya shuddered violently.
She shot her head up, her eyes filled with an exhaustion that had yet to fade.
Only when she recognized him did her bloodshot eyes slowly come into focus.
Her tense shoulders relaxed, bit by bit, before finally slumping down powerlessly.
Fei Jin looked at her haggard face, his Adam's apple bobbing silently.
