He patted Yan Huan's shoulder, as if he was cooing a child.
He kept his mouth sealed about the events that happened in the hospital. Whether Su Muran was dead or alive, it was irrelevant to them.
It did not matter if she was dead or alive, that was the matter of the Su family.
He only stood up after Yan Huan was sound asleep. He took his notebook and started doing his work. The blue light radiated from his computer screen illuminated the sides of his face, making it look inexplicably cold.
Su Muran was of course, still alive. Although, she was not exactly in the pink of health.
The cup on the table fell with a crash after she pushed it off. She looked as gaunt as a living ghost. Her complexion was so ghastly pale, her veins were almost visible.
Her head was wrapped in bandages that covered the top of her head entirely. It was as if she was being imprisoned by chains and they were lethal to her.
