Stanley nodded, opened the door and went in.

Outside, Angela reflected for a moment, turned and left the inpatient department. At this point, she thought it best not to bother them. She could just call Nancy later.

Reclining in the hospital bed, Nancy held a book in her hands and read it quietly.

Her long black hair fell over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing her glasses which only indicated she must've gotten out of bed at some point today to put in contact lenses.

Stanley guessed right. Nancy changed contact lenses.

Observing this, it became clear that she would also have time to put on makeup, and sure enough, a light smattering had been put on. Her makeup was so light that it was almost the same color as her own skin. In fact, it was just a little bit whiter. And her lip looked very... rosy.

Stanley gulped.

The bedside nurse was peeling fruit for her. Seeing someone come in, she rose to greet him, only to be met by Stanley indomitable stare.

He took the fruit and knife from the nurse and signaled her to leave.

The nurse hesitated but not for long. When she saw Stanley's badge, she left without a word.

A peeled apple was placed in front of Nancy, who was still carefully staring at her book. She wasn't exactly reading, and taking it in. She was scanning with her eyes instead, recollecting some things past.

Things like Stanley and Grace.

Like other old-fashioned stories, when she was sixteen years old, she had been abducted. It was Stanley who saved her regardless of the perils. After that, his tall and brave figure was an imprint on her mind.

When she was nineteen years old, Grace took a bracelet, proudly walked to her and said, "See? Nancy, this is a love token given by Stanley. He says that he loves me very much and he wants to be with me forever..."

Grace had known that Nancy liked Stanley.

To hide the bitter feelings of embarrassment brought on by Grace, she resorted to anger. She pretended that she was indifferent, that she despised Grace. She torn off that bracelet and threw it directly int

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex. To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him. "As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses.She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women...

need to hasten the powers of recuperation."

Hearing that he cared about her, Nancy choked up and kept nodding.

They sat silently for few minutes. Nancy threw the apple core in the trash and wiped her mouth.

She asked Stanley in low voice, "Could you please call nurse for me?"

"What's the matter?" He didn't go out in hurry; instead, he looked at the face of this shy girl inquisitively.

He liked the name Nancy. It was gentle, natural and honest, just like her.

He froze and stared at her for a moment. Feeling his burning stare bore into her, Nancy's thoughts failed her.

Being shy for quite a while, Nancy stuttered, "I... I... I want to go to bathroom. You may ask her to help me... to go there."

Stanley stood up from the chair. Instead of calling the nurse, he directly uncovered the thin quilt on her.

"You... you... What do you want to do?" Nancy was frightened by his action, vulnerable now.

"I'll take you to the bathroom myself."

His explanation made her feel relief.

There was a bandage around Nancy's waist. The bandage was hidden by her sick dress, so other people couldn't see it. However, her half-lying position exposed the bandage, doused as they were in thick splotches of blood.

Instantly, Stanley felt a stone drop in his stomach out of sorrow for her. Nancy was such a weak girl. How could she bear such serious injury?