Mo Weiyi's fingers tightened.
For the first time in her life, she experienced how difficult it could be to make a decision, a decision so challenging that she almost couldn't breathe.
...
Finally, they arrived at the hospital.
The car came to a stop, but Mo Weiyi stayed seated, motionless.
"Princess, we're at the hospital." Rong An turned her head to look at the young woman, momentarily stunned.
Mo Weiyi collected herself and moved her hand to the car door.
She even forgot to take her bag.
When she stepped out, her foot found only emptiness and she fell clumsily to the ground.
The sudden "thud" had Rong An perplexed.
He rushed out of the car and helped Mo Weiyi up, "Princess, are you okay?"
Mo Weiyi shook her head briefly. Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she dusted off her clothes hastily.
Rong An steadied her and picked up the coat and bag from the car seat.
With her coat on, Mo Weiyi turned and headed for the in-patient building.
