She stared at the ceiling, her gaze fixed in a daze for a while before finally turning her head to look at Han Jingnian lying in the nearby hospital bed.
She watched him for a long time until her eyes became sore and then withdrew her gaze. She quietly got out of bed, took her cell phone, and left the ward.
In the corridor, some windows were left open. Though Beijing had entered spring, the temperature at night was still cool. The wind made Xia Wan'an shiver uncontrollably. She then looked around to make sure no one was there and, with her neck retracted, dialed Lin Chen's number on her phone and called him.
It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Lin Chen was probably asleep. After several rings, the call was answered.
Soon, Lin Chen's sleepy voice came through, "Little Chairwoman?"
As his words settled, Lin Chen quickly realized it was the middle of the night and perked up the next second, "Little Chairwoman, what's the matter for calling me in the middle of the night?"
