Xi Yuan entered the cold hospital room and sat down on the edge of the girl's bed. He gently pushed the girl's hair strands behind her right ear and caressed her pale colorless cheeks silently.
Last time she had a minor migraine stroke at Lu Wei's house , he was there as well. At that time also , her pain was triggered by the memories from her childhood in the Rong family. And the same had happened today. No matter how tough she acted , she also had her weaknesses.
Despite being known for her perfection , she was imperfect. Almost everyone believed that Rong Xinghe was capable of almost everything. Everyone said that she was unreal and that a person like her could only exist in movies. But that wasn't true.
Compared to others , she was indeed unique. But it didn't mean that she was not a human or that she could do everything.
