The figure that met his eyes sat straight on the chair beside the hospital bed, with a bright face. His dark eyes, like a boundless starry sky on a black night, were deep and gleaming.
Jin Jumo's gaze settled on his face for a few seconds before slowly turning away, exceptionally silent.
Rong Mochen sighed and leaned over to sit on the side of the bed, taking her small hand, which was exposed outside the blanket, into his palm. Looking at her gently, he said in a low voice, "It's still early, won't you sleep a little longer?"
Jin Jumo didn't respond to him.
Rong Mochen pursed his lips, reached out to tuck the hair floating on her cheek behind her ear, and asked, "Hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it."
Jin Jumo still remained silent.
Rong Mochen gazed at her deeply, gently stroking her neck with his large hand, "You don't want to talk to me, do you?"
