Ning Qing clenched her fists as she watched him leave. The physical pain made her control herself and not ask him to stay.
Until his figure disappeared.
Bean-sized tears hung in her eyes, spinning and falling drop by drop as she blinked.
After a moment of silence, a deep sense of regret and sorrow swept over him.
Ning Qing covered her mouth to stop herself from crying.
However, that faint and weak cry still seeped through the gaps between his fingers.
In the end, the sound reverberated throughout the hall.
*
Ning Qing was sick again.
He was sick for three days.
Her condition was getting worse, but her mind was surprisingly clear.
Therefore, when Lu Zhui brought her to the hospital, she would rather die than go.
He only muttered,"ask him to come see me."
When the family doctor that Lu Zhui had called over stated that she had to be put on an IV drip, ning Qing's stubborn refusal finally alarmed Nian lie.
