Sometimes, Yu Jiangqing would want to have a big fight with her, but every time he saw her face, he realized that even fighting was an extravagant hope.
It was all because of that child, and it was all because of that mission.
B City Hospital, Bai Ying's ward.
Bai Ying's arm was wrapped with a thick gauze, and she was leaning on the bed reading a book. Although she was out of danger, she had lost too much blood, and her face was already pale.
Ye Yuwei was sitting next to her, tidying up the quilt for her.
Bai Ying put down the book in her hand and held ye Yuwei's hand. "Go do your own thing. You Don't have to take care of me all the time."
"I don't have anything else to do,"ye Yuwei said and looked up at Bai Ying. "Mom, actually what happened to dad has nothing to do with Gu Juexi."
