Cheeks sunken, skin loose, eyes moist and clouded, body excessively thin, the blue veins on the back of the hands very noticeable.
Mu Jin Huan no longer remembers what Yu Qinglu, who handed him that love letter full of hope in her school uniform many years ago, looked like.
She too, used to be kind.
His distinct features remained calm as usual, with a fleeting emotion deep in his dark eyes, leaving no trace for others to find.
His voice was faint, "It's late, let the driver go slowly, listen to the doctor's advice in the hospital, cooperate well with the treatment, I will visit you when I have time."
It was politely gentle, yet with an appropriate sense of distance.
Given their current relationship, it was rare for him to say such words.
Yu Qinglu had forgotten how long it had been since he last showed such concern for her, back when they were still 'friends'.
