The emergency exit indicator light at the end of the corridor cast a faint green glow, stretching the two figures' shadows long across the floor.
A draft slipped in through the half-open window, fluttering the stray hairs at Lin Qianxia's temple. She instinctively bit her lip, her fingertips gripping the plastic bag until they turned white.
Jiang Han leaned against the cool wall, handing over the bag of ointment. The sound of the plastic rustling was exceptionally clear in the quietness.
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