He heard her vomiting, and he could no longer suppress his pounding heart.
Last time, Xu Chaomu said she had stomach pain, but he didn't rush to the hospital. Today, however, he had to go no matter what.
It was as if he was drunk, able to act on impulse without reason.
It had been a long time since he had seen her; he didn't know how she was doing now.
He hadn't completely sobered up yet, and he felt a bit woozy while driving. Thankfully, it was late at night, and he took a shortcut—there were fewer people and less traffic on the road as he drove straight there.
When his car arrived at Yu Weiwei's neighborhood, he parked downstairs, crossed the pathway, and ran straight towards the building where she lived.
He didn't know if she was home, but he looked up and saw that the lights were on in her apartment.
By now, it was after midnight.
The elevator stopped at her floor, and he walked directly to her apartment.
