When the other party steps out of the elevator, a grimace appears on Leila's lips.
They looked at each other, and an inexplicable tension lingered around them.
Leila unconsciously squeezes Mike's arm while trying to cover her panic.
After a while, the man came with a bag in his hand one step at a time.
Seeing that she was going past them, he suddenly stood still, and his lopsided gaze fell onto Leila's pale cheeks. "Excuse me, how do I get to ward number 302?"
"Just walk straight!" Leila's eyes refused to look at the other party any longer.
The man seemed to be smiling but not really so, and nodded slightly. "Thank you, young lady."
Then they walked past her and Mike. The rhythm of his leather shoes stepping on the corridor floor stiffened her spine.
"Mike, how about we go to the oncology ward to see my parents?" Leila's voice trembled.
