Quan Tianyou woke up, rubbing his slightly stiff neck, and met Zhuang Zixin's gaze. Seeing she was awake, he stood up and said, "Since you're awake, I should be leaving!"
"Wait, Tianyou, I want to leave with you!"
Zhuang Zixin pulled off the blanket and got out of bed, "Tianyou, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. This place is filled with blinding white; I'm terrified of it!"
In those years abroad, she stayed in hospitals to treat her stomach cancer and had grown terrified of them, hating the aura of death they exuded, which made her heart tremble with fear.
Quan Tianyou glanced at her and said blandly, "The doctor said you don't need treatment anymore. If you want to go, then go!"
He thought somewhat maliciously, for someone certain to die, staying in the hospital was indeed unnecessary, saving hospital resources.
"Alright!"
