After a while, song qingxiao's voice was no longer heard in the room, and the cold feeling disappeared. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and Luo zhiyu, who was crying sadly, slowly raised his head.
There was no one on the sofa in front of him. Song qingxiao, who had been sitting there earlier, was nowhere to be seen. He did not even hear her leave or the sound of the door opening. It was as if she was a ghost.
Luo Wu, who had been wailing, relaxed after making sure that song qingxiao had left. He sat on the ground weakly. After a while, his face sank, and his humble and timid look was gone.
He struggled to get up from the sofa and sat on it for a long time. Then, as if he had remembered something, he hurriedly walked to the head of the bed. There were surveillance cameras installed in the ward. If there was anything wrong, the hospital's security guards should be here soon.
