Xia Ruoxin shook her head and stood up, her hand still against her forehead. "It's okay, I'll go home myself." She headed outside, but after taking a few steps, she turned around and bowed deeply to Du Jingtang.
"Thank you so much for today."
She said dispiritedly and then walked out like a ghost. Even her footsteps seemed soulless.
She walked outside. The graphite sky seemed to weigh down on her low spirits, and the wind blew relentlessly at her clothes, cold and desolate.
Not long after, it started to drizzle; and most of the people started to seek shelter from the rain. The rain was not heavy, but because of the wind, it made the weather colder.
Xia Ruoxin placed her hand on her face. "It was so cold," she mumbled to herself subconsciously and then walked into the rain. Raindrops landed on her body, and soon, her clothes were drenched.
When Du Jingtang rushed out of the hospital, he could not see the woman anymore.
