Bo Cixue drove to the Royal Hospital.
She knew that she should not come over at this time, but she could not control herself.
She should clarify everything in person.
They should break up and reconcile. They would talk when they met.
The environment she grew up in made her unable to be a shrew.
Since she could not be hysterical, she would face it rationally and bravely.
She had experienced some things and her psychological endurance was not as fragile as her parents thought.
After parking the car, Bo Cixue entered the hospital.
With his status, he should be in the VIP area.
Bo Cixue went to the VIP area and after asking around, she found the ward of the person he had sent over.
Bo Cixue closed her eyes and walked to the door of the ward.
The door was closed and she could vaguely see what was happening inside through the window.
The man sat by the bed, his slender fingers reaching for the woman's forehead.
