It seemed as if Zhou Shuang had no intention of spending the rest of her life with him.
She had been planning to leave all along.
Lu Yinan entered a deep reverie with the cigarette in his hand. When the last bit of his cigarette burned his hand, he instinctively released it and it fell to the floor.
He bent at the floor and hastily picked it up. He snuffed it out before throwing it into the ashtray.
Whenever he was in a bad mood, time seemed to crawl.
It felt like hours to Lu Yinan since he left Jiaojiao's ward. But a glance at his watch told him otherwise. It was barely 11 p.m.
'Knock, knock, knock.'
Someone knocked on the door.
He cast his thoughts aside and responded. "Enter."
It was the nurse on duty. "Doctor Lu, there is an emergency case."
And the next second, Lu Yinan heard a scream of agonizing pain. It belonged to a child.
