Li Qianxue, staring at Su Chenghui, stood at the entrance of the hospital. She didn't leave, nor did she speak.
"Qianxue?" Su Chenghui looked at her worriedly. "Are you okay? Are you in pain again? Do you want to go back to the doctor?"
The worry on his face was obvious. Li Qianxue lowered her head but remained silent.
"Qianxue?" Su Chenghui was even more worried. He rarely saw Li Qianxue like this. "What exactly is wrong with you? Tell me."
Li Qianxue pursed her lips tightly. She lowered her head and looked at her toes. In the end, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Su Chenghui.
"Su Chenghui, can you --" stay away from me? The last words became, "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"
Su Chenghui was stunned for a moment. When he saw Li Qianxue's expression, he took a step forward.
"I want to make up for it. I want to have a chance to be by your side."
