The hospital gown hung loosely on her body; she was all skin and bones.
As he watched her, Yan Rusheng was overwhelmed with guilt… only guilt.
He thought, regardless if it's pretense or even a short-term illusion, he's still in the wrong. He didn't know what love was.
He still felt that he had let Fang Jiayin down.
"Jiayin."
Yan Rusheng stepped into the ward.
When she heard his voice, Fang Jiayin immediately covered her bandaged face with her hands. She frantically shook her head. "Don't come over, don't come over."
She turned her face away and pulled a blanket over to cover herself from head to toe.
"Ah Sheng, don't come over."
Fang Jiayin hid under the blanket, her voice quivering.
