Looking at the person in front of him, he continued, "You go. I don't want to see you anymore, after this, take care of yourself."
"Li San, is this what you want? You might regret it."
Saying this, Xia Meng ran out of Li San's hospital room, her eyes bloodshot. She felt as if she had lost something important, but she couldn't say what.
The opening of the door roused An Xiangrong from her thoughts. Looking at Xia Meng's retreating figure, a hint of confusion flashed in An Xiangrong's eyes. But after seeing the expression in Li San's eyes, she understood.
"Brother, you just let her go like that?"
Resentment was clear in Xiao Liu's eyes, but Li San didn't look at him. Instead, he looked at An Xiangrong, his eyes full of remorse. "Miss Xiangrong, I'm sorry. I really, I..."
"You don't have to say anything. I understand what you mean."
