The man took her cellphone and gently stroked her shoulder. "If you want to go to the hospital, I will accompany you."
His voice was soft like a spring breeze, blowing a warm gurgle in Lilia's heart.
Her palm slightly tightened as she stared at the man's pupils through the makeup mirror. "I don't know if Dina has told anyone else, for now ..."
Lilia hesitated. It was half-past seven in the evening. It wasn't that late at night.
If she left for the hospital now, it would actually be too late.
The man seemed to see her doubt, so he said, "Go get changed, you can only be sure when you see him and make up your mind afterward rather than thinking and hesitating at home."
Jean was always like this. He's always been mature, stable, caring, and warm.
Lilia lowered her head and pursed her lips, raising her hand to grab his shoulder. "I'd better call Dina and ask. If she had told Sylvia, I wouldn't have left."
