It was early spring at the moment, and the air still held strands of chilliness.
Xia Yumo was dressed somewhat lightly but did not appear to feel cold.
Qiaoxu offered her outer jacket to Xia, but she refused.
She sat in her wheelchair silently staring at the verdant lawn in front of the inpatient building without making a sound for a long time.
Qiaoxu knew that this must be a incredibly hard time for her. She wanted to say something to comfort Xia, yet felt that such consolation would not hold much meaning.
"Mo Mo....."
"Xuxu....."
Both of them spoke almost simultaneously, breaking the oppressive silence.
Qiaoxu locked the wheelchair in place, "Mo Mo, you speak."
The voice of Xia Yumo, in this early spring filled with strands of chilliness, was chilling to hear.
"Do you think there is still a need for me to continue the marriage with Gu Junhang?"
Her tone of voice sounded rather calm, but the question she posed left Qiaoxu stunned.
