Huo Xunzhou stood where he was and did not say anything.
His lips were pursed into a straight line.
When they first met in the hospital, she was like a cat in trouble. She was gentle and weak, but she was still actively seeking help.
This time, she told him not to help her anymore.
She had wrapped herself in a cocoon.
It wasn't necessarily a butterfly that came out of a cocoon. Sometimes, it could be a moth.
Like a moth flying into the fire, it would bring about its own destruction.
She was extremely inclined to destroy herself.
Lin Shanchu got out of bed and nodded slightly at him. "Goodbye, Mr. Huo."
When she brushed past him, a strong hand grabbed her arm.
The man's voice was heard.
"I want to pay my respects to Mdm. Ning."
Lin Shanchu's mother's maiden name was Ning.
"My mother was buried in Xi Shan Cemetery," Lin Shanchu told him.
Huo Xunzhou still did not let go.
