I called subconsciously, "Patrick Cowell?"
After I finished my words, I regretted it.
But he heard me. And he looked up and saw me. It was dark. Although I couldn't see his eyes clearly, I heard that he laughed bitterly. Then he said, "I didn't like you calling me by my name in the past, hoping that you could call me Patrick. Now, even though you call me, I am happy."
"Mr. Cowell, why are you still here?"
For no reason, his words made my heart tighten. And there was a kind of faint bitterness lingering in my heart.
"I, I don't know either." Patrick's voice sounded a little disconsolate. Then he stood up and asked me, "Where are you going? Do you need me to send you off?"
"No need."
I didn't want to tell him that I was going to the hospital.
"I'll send you off. After all, we have met each other," Patrick said as he walked up to me.
I saw his face clearly. Although it had been only a little while since I had seen him just now, I felt
