Zhiwei was awakened by Zhou Lin's call at five in the morning when the sky lightened with the pale glow of dawn; Guo Cuihua and Cheng Zhiyin were still asleep.
She tiptoed to the corridor where the morning breeze was cool.
Zhou Lin's voice was soft and deep, slowly transmitting from the phone, "Did I wake you?"
He was abroad on a business trip, incredibly busy, and finally found time to make a call.
"Still at the hospital?"
"Yeah." Zhiwei sighed, feeling inevitably a bit melancholic.
"I arranged for a caregiver to come, but you refused; you can't handle staying up all night like this."
Zhou Lin originally wanted to arrange for a caregiver, but Zhiwei did not agree.
Guo Cuihua stayed by Cheng Shang's side, doing everything herself, trying to compensate for the guilt in her heart.
She didn't like having strangers around.
"It's okay; my sister is here too. The three of us take turns sleeping," Zhiwei said.
At this time, her heart was actually somewhat heavy.
