"What are you trying to do, you blind drifter, huh?" Xiao Qian raised her head slightly.
"Guess..."
Xiao Qian closed her eyes, enjoying the intimate moment with her lover. This was the feeling she was looking for – a satisfaction that could numb a person's nerves better than alcohol, a sense of belonging that could pull her out of the empathy she felt for her patients.
She needed to ground herself, to escape the heart-wrenching pain her patients brought her.
Hu Meijing was pulled back from despair, but her heart remained in that situation. Yu Minglang's presence could relieve her of that discomfort.
In her past life, Xiao Qian would also experience emotional lows after work, and she would use alcohol to numb herself. But now she had found a better way to relieve stress.
From the moment he appeared, her heart was at ease.
Their eyes met, the atmosphere was just right.
"Am I interrupting something? Oh dear, have I come at a bad time?"
