Everyone in the living hall did not expect Su Wan to leave just like that. As an elder, Su Heng was both shocked and furious. Gu Zihang dashed out once he regained his senses. Su Yurou, who was beside him, quickly followed.
However, beyond everyone's expectations, Su Wan's petite body was like a weightless leaf—once blown by the wind, it disappears in the rain.
Understanding Gu Zihang's anxiety, Su Yurou frowned and seemed worried.
"It's all my fault. I've forgotten that Wan is still a sick patient. Her mental condition is at its weakest now. I shouldn't have provoked her."
Gu Zihang's face fell a little. His heart ached seeing her weep. He stroked Su Yurou's back and started to console her.
"Yurou, how could I blame you? We had both decided to be together. Nobody had expected Wan to come home today."
