Gu Hengwen stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor. It was already dark outside. From here, he could see the outside of the hospital. It was still rush hour after work, and the street lights almost illuminated the entire Street.
Su Yicheng closed the door of the ward and walked over to him. He stood behind him and called out softly, " "Dad," he said.
Gu Hengwen didn't turn his head. His hands were behind his back, and his eyes were still staring out the window at the night sky and the cars coming and going.
Gu Hengwen didn't say anything, and su Yicheng didn't say anything either. He stood respectfully behind him, and his injured hand was still wrapped in white gauze, which was a little dazzling in the dark corridor.