Inside the ICU room, only a small wall lamp was on, and the brightness in the room was only slightly more than the endless night outside the window.
Except for Nan Wan lying on the hospital bed, there was no one else in the room. Mu Jin Huan was not there, but the light in the bathroom was on.
Nan Ze did not push the door open; he withdrew his hand holding the doorknob and placed it in his suit pants pocket, standing tall and straight before the door.
His sharply defined features dissolved the day's gloom at this moment, and those deep sea-like eyes showed rare softness.
His sister seemed to have just woken up; her exhausted strength had not recovered, her eyes opened, closed, and opened again, continuously repeating.
The bathroom light in the hospital room dimmed, and when Nan Ze saw Mu Jin Huan stepping out in black leather shoes, he averted his gaze, turned, and walked toward the nursery.
