Gu Qili looked towards the door of the hospital room, thinking it was Mu Shuoqian who had come back, but the person who pushed the door open was someone she did not recognize. That person glanced into the room, and after seeing her, did not leave immediately.
Gu Qili was puzzled when that person took a phone call, and after hearing him say "Understood, madam" he stepped back, closed the door, and left.
Gu Qili felt baffled. Even if it had been a case of entering the wrong room, it would have been polite to at least say something. How impolite.
The incident was quickly forgotten by her as she changed her sitting position and continued to wait for Mu Shuoqian.
But as the sun set in the west, her heart couldn't help but sink little by little with it.
She held her phone, staring at its dark screen for a long while; finally, she opened his WeChat and painstakingly typed a message: Do you regret it?
