After Yu Wuxian and Shi Xian left, the room felt unbearably quiet.
Zi Han leaned back against the pillows for a while, staring at the pale hospital ceiling, but her thoughts refused to settle. They kept circling back to Ming Ye.
Was he in pain?
Had anyone stayed with him?
Was he awake?
The more she thought about it, the more restless she became.
Finally, she pressed the call button.
A few moments later, the nurse assigned to her room entered.
"Yes, Miss Zi?"
Zi Han straightened a little despite the lingering weakness in her body.
"I need to see Ming Ye. Please, can you tell me his room number?"
The nurse's expression changed at once.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
Zi Han frowned. "Why?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Zi. You've just recovered from a severe fever, and Master Ming Ye's floor is under high security. I can't let you leave this bed."
Zi Han hesitated, then softened her voice.
"Please."
The nurse looked sympathetic, but still shook her head.
Zi Han pressed on.
