Chu Zihang kept his eyes closed, waves of fatigue washing over him as if he might drift off into unconsciousness at any second. Still, he forced himself to stay awake; Xia Mi had saved him, and it would be terribly impolite to just fall asleep without so much as a word.
"We aren't talking about the same thing. You only lost that eraser and those clothes, but they're still somewhere out in the world... However, when certain things are lost, they are truly gone in every sense of the word," Chu Zihang murmured.
To his surprise, after counting silently for a dozen seconds, no one answered this time. There was only the sound of doctors and nurses moving about in silence. The sudden quiet felt strangely awkward, so he forced his heavy eyelids open and glanced toward the chair beside the bed.
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