With Gu Yuu still out there looking for something to put the flowers in, after the nurse left, inside Sheng Yanyan’s ward, there were only the two of us, me and her.
To be honest, I was actually quite afraid of being with her alone.
Not afraid of what she might do to me, but what she might do to herself.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed, I didn’t say anything and focused on chewing my nails instead.
Sheng Yanyan didn’t say anything either, but simply began crying and sobbing right on the spot.
I have to say, in all honesty, that she really does have a very good looking crying face, able to arouse men and women alike. But after all that has happened lately, especially with that suicide episode, her already frail body seemed so thin that she was barely skin and bones. With her face looking as pale as a ghost, if this hadn’t been right in the middle of the day, I wouldn’t have dared to come.