"Shaoming, you cannot go to look for Ning Qing."
"Why not?"
"Your body is under the love spell. You cannot go to England at all. Furthermore, as for Ning Qing, you didn't accompany her to the operating room, but you are rushing there now? What use is that?"
What use would that be?
To Lu Shaoming, these words felt like a sharp knife through the heart. He thought of the sentence she had said that night. Lu Shaoming, I will congratulate you, in the future, I would not come to bother you anymore.
The surgery has its risks, and if she lost her sight from now on, her life and Little Young Master Lu's life… She would not need him in it anymore.
The tip of his nose felt hot, and fresh blood gushed out of it once again, Lu Shaoming shut his eyes and fell to the ground.
…
Inside the hospital
Zhou Yao stood outside the operating room. He was frowning, and had anxiety on his brazen face.
