"Chief Bei, you're awake..." Feng He said, quickly pouring her a glass of warm water. Then, she helped her sit up and fed it to her, bit by bit.
After drinking the water, Chief Bei looked at her, her eyes filled with scrutiny.
"Are you the only one here?" Chief Bei asked.
"Mhm, Admiral He went to deal with post-war matters," Feng He nodded.
Then, Beisang continued, "Were you singing just now?"
"Singing..." Feng He recalled how she had just been holding Lin Jingjing's hand, unable to stop herself from singing a childhood nursery rhyme to her.
'Did Chief Bei hear me?'
'But didn't she pass out? How could she have heard?'
'Or... was she already awake?'
Being stared at by Beisang like that, Feng He found it a little hard to bear. The pressure was just too intense.
Even though Beisang's face was deathly pale, her lips were colorless, and she was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, her gaze was incredibly sharp.
Under her stare, Feng He answered honestly, "It was me."
