Huo Jingyan parted his lips, only to find he had nothing left to say.
In the air, only the interwoven sounds of deep and shallow breathing remained, the silence eerie and unsettling.
He turned his head, watching the IV drip as it trickled through the tube into Shen Xianyu's veins.
"Xun Nuo." Huo Jingyan's voice was hoarse, "How have you been?"
"Very well." Xun Nuo's tone was light and wavering, "How about you?"
"I am..." Not well.
The last two words reached his lips, but in the end, he swallowed them back powerlessly.
Huo Jingyan closed his eyes, "My dad passed away."
Xun Nuo was taken aback; no wonder his voice sounded so strange, the truth was it wrapped in sorrow.
She didn't know what words of comfort to offer; after a long silence, she finally managed to say, "My condolences."
