Come to think of it; her suicide attempt was just a mean to divert his attention.
How ruthless could she be to use such a tactic on him? Most women would only go as far as hurting others to get their way. As for her, though, she had gone beyond the norm by being cruel to herself. It was indeed a chilling thought.
The proverb, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,' was an apt description of her in this chain of events.
Min Yu immediately dispatched a few men to keep watch at the hospital and the Song residence. They were to report the missy's whereabouts as soon as they found her.
By the time Mu Yazhe reached the hospital in Sea City, it had already turned dark and cold.
He opened the door to the ward and saw her sitting next to the bed, fast asleep, with her head resting on top of Hua Jin's torso. Even in the state of a deep slumber, her fingers were still tightly interlocked with the man on the bed.
