Shen Minghan knew that "he" referred to Han Luoli, and nodding toward the direction of the corridor window, he pursed his lips: "He's downstairs!"
Clean fingers fidgeted in his pocket again, still wanting to smoke.
The indifferent man furrowed his brows and looked out the window in confusion, indeed seeing the proud big man standing in the rain, hands behind his back, looking up in the direction of Gu Xiaoer's hospital room, akin to a bronze statue, motionless.
The rain washed over him, yet he seemed not to notice.
"Why isn't he coming up? I'll go call him," despite not wanting to, Bai Xiaoyu understood that only Han Luoli had the most right to be by Gu Xiaoer's side, and he felt Xiao Er would probably wish for him to be there too.
"Don't bother," Shen Minghan stopped Bai Xiaoyu, shaking his head: "Let him get drenched, he's punishing himself!"
As the only one who understood the situation, how could he not understand Han Luoli's feelings at this moment.
