Chi Zaozao had just walked out of the ward, pacing absentmindedly in the hospital's cold corridors.
She didn't even know when Ye Que had arrived.
It wasn't until she buried her head and suddenly crashed into a wall of flesh.
"Ah? Sorry, sorry!"
She instinctively apologized, looked up, saw it was Ye Que, and felt a bit like crying without tears.
"Why is it you?"
Ye Que looked down at her, also on the verge of tears, but reached out to gently rub the spot on her head where she bumped it.
"If it were someone else, wouldn't you have to compensate them for injuring them accidentally?"
Chi Zaozao brushed his hand aside, "All about money, I'll give it to you, do you want it?"
Ye Que laughed, "No, I just want you to sleep with me for a night."
"Scram."
Chi Zaozao was in a bad mood and didn't want to joke with him, she bowed her head, her face full of melancholy.
"What's wrong?" Ye Que reached out to hug her waist, his voice gentle as water.
