Shen Yue fell asleep thinking, 'Why couldn't it be my older brother who moved out.'
Far away in the provincial city, Shen Que couldn't sleep.
In the hospital ward, Shen Que sat up straight, holding a pen in his hand.
That posture, that expression.
If you didn't know better, you'd think he was gearing up for a final battle!
Shen Que raised his wrist, solemnly and with great dignity, drew a cross on the calendar with the pen.
"Six more days."
Staring at the calendar, Shen Que couldn't help but smile as Jiang Cheng's image floated into his mind.
"Six days!"
Just thinking about going back made Shen Que's heart burn.
His initial reluctance to return was decreasing by the day, gradually turning into anticipation.
Director Lian, doing rounds, peeked through the little window on the door.
After a glance, Director Lian seriously remarked to the person beside him, "Schedule me for an ophthalmology appointment tomorrow."
