Han Yingying rushed back to the hospital with Shi Lou, anxiously asking the on-duty doctor to examine him, finally relieved when she was certain there was really no problem.
"You rest well. I'll come to see you again tomorrow."
"No need." Lying on the bed, with eyes closed, Shi Lou's voice was indescribably cold, "You don't need to come again, ever."
With some disbelief, Han Yingying asked, "Why?"
"Because, I don't need you anymore."
"But…"
"Don't worry, I'll cooperate with the treatment, get better quickly, and become the singer you like again." Shi Lou's voice was devoid of any vitality, like a doll without emotions, mechanically repeating a script.
"Then if you need anything, just call me, I'll definitely…"
"There won't be anything, and I won't call you."
Seeing his indifferent manner, Han Yingying didn't understand what had happened to cause such a drastic shift in his attitude.
But since he would cooperate with the treatment, there was no need to worry.
