Night comes slowly.

The lights in the corridor lit up, and occasionally medical staff rushed past. The sound of high-heeled shoes on the ground seemed to be stepping on Yue Zi-tong's heart. Every time, her nerves shrank suddenly, which sounded very pleasant.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting outside, or even who had come to talk to her during the waiting period.

She doesn't care how many times the cell phone rings in her bag.

She just sinks in self-reproach and regret and constantly questiones herself why she didn't see Li Nan shivering in bed in the morning.

"General Yue, General Yue?"

As if someone was talking...