Mo Xiuchen had already detected the fleeting sorrow in Gu Kai's eyes. In an instant, pain swept through his heart. As he spoke, his other hand reached for Gu Kai's pocket.
"I didn't bring my cellphone."
Gu Kai held his hand, his voice maintaining calm, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm which he held tightly, he met Mo Xiuchen's intense gaze head-on.
Mo Xiuchen clenched his lips tightly, shrugged Gu Kai's hand off, and began to stride out.
Gu Kai's face turned pale, he hurriedly intercepted him at the door of the ward: "Xiuchen, where are you going?"
"Back to my country."
Mo Xiuchen's voice was icy cold, his eyes sharp and angry as they glared at Gu Kai. He pushed Gu Kai aside and rushed out of the ward.
"Xiuchen, you can't go back."
Out in the hallway, Gu Kai caught up with Mo Xiuchen. His previously calm eyes were now misty with tears, and a mask of sadness had descended over his handsome and warm features. "Xiuchen, come back to the ward. I will tell you everything."
