The room was already dark, lit only by the faint spill of moonlight slipping through the curtains, when Zi Han heard the soft creak at the window.
She turned sharply, her breath stopping for a moment as her eyes adjusted.
Ming Ye was already halfway inside.
One leg over the sill, movements careful despite the obvious impatience behind them. When he fully straightened, he looked entirely too pleased with himself, as though breaking hospital rules and sneaking into a patient ward in the middle of the night was something mildly amusing rather than reckless.
He lifted a hand in a lazy wave.
Zi Han stared at him for a second, then exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Ming Ye?" she hissed, her eyes widening as he tumbled into the room with a lopsided grin. "What are you doing? It's the middle of the night!"
Ming Ye closed the window behind him. "I was bored," he replied casually, stepping further into the room. "And I came to thank my dear sister."
