Zhao Meng packed her things and left.
At midnight, the hospital was eerily quiet.
She went downstairs and walked forward with her car keys. She could vaguely see someone looking upstairs. Zhao Meng couldn't help but turn around and look up.
"Zhao Meng," She only heard the person above call her name.
Zhao Meng stood there with the help of the moonlight, but the night was too dark and the building was too high, so she couldn't see the man's face.
But how could she not recognize this voice?
However, she thought of how mo Qiu kept disappearing, not replying to her messages, not picking up her calls! She could not accept it. It was as if love was always one person. No matter where it was, it was always one person.
Just as she was about to turn around, she saw a strong beam of light not far away, shining on the roof.
