Fu Han stopped caring and drank straight from the wine bottle. With two gulps of red wine, she felt a chilly sensation rising from her abdomen. She felt much more relaxed, at least the urge to punch walls had dissipated.
At that moment, another new message from Ji Liangchuan came, "Fu Han, I know I shouldn't be sending you this photo, but I think you have the right to know what He Xing has been doing when you can't see. I am a selfish person. I like you, and I don't want you to be deceived, so I must send you this photo. If it makes you angry, I apologize, but I don't regret it."
Fu Han's gaze lingered on the last sentence, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She tried hard to wipe them away, but they kept streaming down, seemingly endless.
She pulled up He Xing's Whatsapp conversation, with the latest message from two days ago. He Xing said he would be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and would be able to visit her then.
