There was a moment of silence in the ward.
No one spoke up for a while.
Stella looked at Roger somewhat blankly, as if she hadnât expected him to have such a thought.
Rogerâs reaction was different from hers. He blurted out without thinking at first.
But after thinking it over, he gradually thought that it might work. Why couldnât she go abroad with him?
He suddenly changed his tone and looked at her. Thatâs it! You can go with me.â He grabbed her hands. âCan you come with me? I will survey some cheaper places when I apply for it. Dormitories in foreign universities are very expensive and difficult to apply for. I can rent a house outside to live with you...â
She looked at him steadily. âYou have even asked about the rentals. It means that you actually want to go, right?â
He was speechless.
She did not let him stay for long, nor did she respond to his request for her to go with him to study abroad. He still had class. After looking at the time, she urged him to go and asked him to come back after class.
Although she was alright now, she still had to stay in the hospital for at least another half a day to make sure she was okay before she could leave.
She asked him to come straight after his afternoon class to settle the discharge procedure with her.
Originally, she did not intend to let him worry about this matter.
But looking at his state, he would be even more upset if she did not let him come. So, she could only coax him to go back to class first.
After he left, she was the only one left in the ward. She closed her eyes. Only then did she feel the afterâeffects of the collision on the set that made her still a little dizzy.
She did not show it when he was here.
But once he left, the aftermath pain pervaded. She let out a breath, only to hear the sound of the door being pushed open.
âForgot something again?â She thought it was Roger, so she sat up slowly and asked automatically.
The person did not reply but simply closed the door. The sound of steady footsteps was heard from the doorway to the bedside.
She suddenly opened her eyes with a premonition, and then she met Westonâs eyes.
The man was looking at her from above.
Those eyes were as dark as the night sky. His back was against the light, and his figure was tall.
Standing in front of her, he blocked all the light outside the window.
She paused, and no one spoke first. After a while, she heard him ask, âFeeling better?â She nodded and gave a short response, not saying anything extra. He sat down next to her. She closed her eyes straight away and turned away without looking at him again. As soon as she saw him, she remembered the wedding candy she had eaten on the set. The rich and creamy taste of the candy was still lingering in her mouth. It was rather bitter. He sensed her indifference, and his face sank. âWhen we parted this morning, she was still that goodânatured,â he thought.
âIn just one morning, sheâs already like this, lying in a hospital bed, pale.â
His tone wasnât good. He reached out to stroke her hair.
âIf you keep going on like this and not taking care of yourself, Iâll reconsider whether I want you to stay on set.â