Jiang City.
The waves and wind in Jiang City seemed as if they would never cease.
Wen Yi stood in front of the window, gazing at the distant sea, calm, vast, with no end in sight.
A minute ago, Mo Shiqian had left the room, probably to find Chi Huan.
Do lovers eventually become family?
She closed her eyes, a faint smile appearing on her pale lips, truly touched by the sentiment.
"Knock knock," amidst the quiet sounds of waves, came two knocks on the door, followed by the pushing open of the door to the private hospital room. Footsteps sounded behind her, getting closer from afar.
Without turning around, Wen Yi's voice was faint, tinged with a hint of fatigue and cool detachment, "Is that woman dead?"
A voice, magnetic yet extremely indifferent and sarcastic, rose from behind her, "Are you hoping for her death?"
She was taken aback, turned her head around, and sure enough, a handsome yet somber face came into view.
