He reached for the cigarette box, only to find it empty. Mo Beiyan felt as if there was a mass of air gathered in his chest, an inexplicable annoyance like a bomb, almost ready to explode him.
Bang!
Mo Beiyan swung his fist and punched the white wall.
His knuckles cracked loudly... the pain made his veins bulge.
Damn it, what's he even upset about?
Upset for whom? Tong Ran? Moo Huantong? Or what?
He really didn't know...
Mo Beiyan reached out to cover his face, just wanting to fall into a deep sleep.
He shouldn't be like this, he doesn't need suspicion, he doesn't need worry...
He doesn't need all these emotions at all.
So, going home, sleeping now is the most he should do.
Mo Beiyan withdrew his hand, threw the empty cigarette box into the trash can, and turned to leave the hospital.
...
Tong Ran entered the ward.
