North City, in a hospital's VIP ward.
The injuries on Yan Jinyun's hands and legs had already been bandaged. She changed into a hospital gown and sat on the bed. The television in the ward was switched on and the news was playing. However, it was silent.
Yan Jinyun didn't watch the television. She sat on the bed and stared blankly at the darkening sky outside the window.
The door of the ward was pushed open. Feng Yuan had gone to buy some toiletries and food.
"Yun'er, are you feeling better?"
Yan Jinyun didn't answer him directly. She retracted her gaze and looked at him. She said calmly, "You received the message too, right?"
It was a definite sentence.
Feng Yuan paused, "Yes, I got it." Then, he walked over and placed the things he had bought back properly before sitting down by the bed.
He accompanied her for a while after watching the doctor bandage her wound. He received the message as soon as he walked out of the ward.
