"I'll head back then," Lei Qingyi walked toward the door without looking back. He was afraid and he absolutely did not have the guts to face Yan Huan and the fact that he was the one who killed Lu Yi.
Moreover, he was such a coward that he could not face himself.
He closed the door and stood there for a long time before leaving the hospital with a dejected look on his face.
In the hospital, He Yibin walked over to Yan Huan and pulled the covers closer to her chin. Then, he placed his hand on her hair, just like how Lu Yi used to do it.
Yan Huan's long lashes seemed to shudder, but she remained asleep. She was not a sleeping beauty now, but a sleeping poor thing.
This is Lu Yi's favorite thing to do, hope you still remember.
He stood up straight, gently let out a sigh as he turned around and left, leaving the place a piece of silence, as well as a piece dreaded stillness.
