As Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the inpatient department, the temperature outside began to plummet as the night wore on, with icy winds so cold that it chilled everyone it touched to the bone.

  They both hastened back to their hostel and headed to their own rooms right away without exchanging a word.

  When he reached his room, Zheng Ren removed his coat and hung it up carefully.

  It had fit him perfectly thanks to Xie Yiren’s skillful shopping.

  A smile involuntarily graced his lips as he stared at the row of hanging coats.

  His gaze was fixed on them for a while. ‘Xie Yiren has probably already fallen asleep,’ he thought. A slight twinge of disappointment coursed through him, as if he was missing out on something.

  Over the past few days, he and Xie Yiren had developed a habit of wishing each other goodnight.

  Zheng Ren took off his cardigan and checked his bandages. The wound was itching slightly, but he ought to be able to remove the stitches after three days.

  He shook his head when he thought about how he had gained a scar by simply visiting Imperial Capital.

  Clouds of steam rose as he turned on the hot water; Zheng Ren carefully positioned himself so that his left shoulder was out of reach of the shower.

  Stuck like that, he was unable to clean fully half of his body.