After not seeing each other for a long time, the sudden encounter made Wang Xueya and Zheng Xiyuan both feeling a bit awkward.
But at this special moment, with a human life case at hand, the matters of romance seemed trivial.
Wang Xueya had just gotten permission from the doctor to be discharged from the hospital and rushed to Jinmen.
After some time of recuperation, her health had improved somewhat, but it was clear that she wasn't as healthy as before, having gained some weight. The overall appearance of her body looked frail, her complexion pale, and her forehead would perspire with just a little exertion. Her eyes also carried a hint of faint distress, and even her forced smile couldn't hide the simple joy that used to be there in the past.
A few people sat together, with Chi Yue remaining silent.
Wang Xueya tightly held her hand, also not speaking.
