The hospital room plunged into darkness, leaving only the soft sound of breathing.
The caretaker's bed was very close to the patient's bed, and even in the short distance, even when nothing can be seen, one could still feel the presence of someone close by.
Qin Nanyu was fussy about where he slept and lay there for a long while without falling asleep.
In contrast, Weitian, who was tired from the day and already had a back injury, could be said to fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
Her even breathing carried a sense of calm that reached Qin Nanyu's ears, soothing his previously restless mood, as if it also followed her breathing rhythm, gradually calming down.
The night was bright and clear.
The curtain, not drawn tight, fluttered gently with the wind, allowing slivers of moonlight to seep through.
Occasionally casting light onto the position of the patient's bed.
"Mmm…"
Weitian hummed softly, followed by the rustle of her turning over in her sleep.
