In a VIP room at Donghua Hospital, Pan Lanfang was propped up in bed, her complexion much improved from the night before.
The flowers on the bedside table had been replaced with a fresh bouquet. A nurse had brought them in that morning, saying the dean had specially requested it.
The sun was shining brightly outside, casting a warm glow into the room and tingeing the white blankets a pale gold.
Jiang Guoqiang sat on the nearby sofa, cradling a cup of hot tea. His eyes were fixed on Pan Lanfang's bed.
He had barely slept the previous night, and his eyelids felt heavy, but he refused to close them, afraid he might miss something.
Jiang Yixia sat by the bed, peeling an apple for Pan Lanfang.
She peeled slowly, unconcerned even when the skin broke off in several pieces. Her mind was clearly elsewhere.
