**
At the stairwell of the hospital
Xie Duo reached out to remove his glasses, hooking the frame, seemingly blowing off some lingering dust, "About last night, thank you."
"It's what I should do," Jiang Yanting leaned against the wall, having not slept all night, his eyes were red-rimmed, but when he squinted, there was an added depth to his gaze.
"Then you probably know what disease she has."
Since it was Jiang Yanting who brought the person, some things, the doctor would certainly have told him, so Xie Duo was very direct in his speech.
"Yes." Mentioning this, Jiang Yanting felt as if his heart was being clenched, aching inch by inch.
