Lu Linghe's face was heavy, as he helplessly sighed several times.
Wen Zhiyao felt her heart squeeze. So, Jiang She was seriously ill? Despite his health, he still sat outside her room all night.
Her feelings twirled within her. She felt guilt and regret intertwining.
She chastised herself for impulsively lashing out at Jiang She, words that stabbed him in his heart.
Lu Linghe pulled her aside and reminded her, "Given that Jiang She is still unconscious, you should seize this chance to distance yourself from him. His frail health would definitely require constant care in the future and being further from him won't be a bad thing."
Wen Zhiyao looked at him in disbelief and retorted, "What do you mean? Do you think I am a heartless person?"
