He Xing stared at Fu Han for a long time. Frustration was clearly written all over her face, and finally, the last shred of his rationality vanished. Without another word, he turned and walked away.
It was only after the sound of footsteps had faded away for quite some time that Fu Han turned around. In the blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the ward, which now felt so empty and hollow.
Tears began to gather in her eyes, but she still forced herself to shut the ward door before covering herself with the blanket and crying her heart out.
She didn't understand how things had gotten this way, why the situation kept getting worse. All she knew was that she was overwhelmed with a vast and endless sense of injustice. If she didn't let it out, she felt she would break down.
