Lu Yi loosened his grip. Lying on his palm were broken pieces. I think I understand now, he thought.
He took out his mobile phone and rang Ye Shuyun up.
"Mom, it's me."
"Lu Yi, my son, where are you? Why did you leave the hospital?" concerned about her son, Ye Shuyun asked. "Although you are feeling better, your wound has yet to heal completely. You refuse to stay in the hospital and run away heedlessly. Do you not want to live anymore?"
"Mom, I'm fine." Lu Yi took a seat. The broken pieces were still lying on his palm.
"Mom, answer me. Who was the person who donated the blood to me?"
His instinct told him that it was her. It was impossible for this to be a coincidence. Based on the doctor's hesitation to speak, Lei Qingyi's overdone concealment, together with Yi Ling's slight reluctance to meet him, he reckoned that she was the one.
Ye Shuyun was stunned. The words were stuck in her throat as she stammered, struggling to speak.
