Knock, knock, knock.
There were a few knocks on the door, and then the hospital nurse pushed the door open and entered.
The room was dimly lit. When she saw that Song Jingwan was still sitting by the bed looking at her phone, she reminded her softly, "Miss Song, you should rest early. It will be beneficial for your recovery."
Song Jingwan pursed her lips.
Recovery?
"I understand."
"Then, good night."
The nurse quietly left. She looked gentle and was undoubtedly sympathetic towards Song Jingwan.
Ha.
During this period of time, Song Jingwan had seen countless such looks.
She opened her phone to contact the person she had been calling recently. The number that she often dialed was already familiar to her.
She pressed it again and waited for the automatic response.
But...
This time, the call went through.
"Hello?"
