In the room, Mu Yan was lost in thought for a moment when her phone suddenly rang.
She looked down at the screen; it was a call from Jiang Jingheng.
She composed herself and picked up the call.
Her throat felt a bit dry, so she cleared it softly and said, "Hello."
"Why are you coughing? Are you feeling unwell? Did you catch a cold?" His gentle voice came through, and his concern was palpable even over the phone.
Mu Yan quickly replied, "No, it's just that my throat is a bit dry. It'll be fine once I drink some water."
"I was caught up with something last night and couldn't leave, so I didn't come back." He explained, "I wanted to call you, but I realized it was too late."
"I understand," Mu Yan said softly.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to celebrate your birthday with you last night."
"It's okay. After all, it's just a birthday. It's not a big deal."
In the hospital corridor, Jiang Jingheng stood by the window, gazing at the gray sky outside.
