The faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the hospital. Ye Linyuan didn't want to stay a moment longer, pulling Jiang Qingli's hand and leaving without a backward glance.
When they reached the ground floor, Jiang Qingli suddenly stopped.
The young man frowned and looked over, finding her with her face tilted up toward the sky.
The sun had already set.
Hues of crimson gold and lavender purple were like overturned paints, smeared across the vast canvas of the sky, creating an ethereal, dreamlike scene.
Ye Linyuan asked, "What are you looking at?"
"The sunset," Jiang Qingli said with what seemed to be a small smile. "It's beautiful."
Ye Linyuan frowned. He didn't like looking at the sky.
He had spent most of his life in narrow, dim spaces and had come to loathe the vast, open sky.
But Ye Linyuan didn't leave right away. Instead, he stood there in silence.
His gaze drifted unconsciously to Jiang Qingli beside him.
