"No, it's not your fault either," Luo Qiangwei shook her head, managing a smile, "Ah Chu, why don't you go back and get some rest. I'll communicate with Mo Shiche properly. I believe in clearing my name. He's a reasonable man. Don't worry about me."
Yan Chu nodded, lifting her hand as if to pat Luo Qiangwei's head but eventually, she let it drop, forcing a faint smile. "Then, Weiwei, I'm going now. If there's anything, call me anytime."
Luo Qiangwei saw Yan Chu to the door.
As she turned around, she saw Mo Shiche coming downstairs.
He said nothing and took her for a walk by the Huajiang River. After a lap, Luo Qiangwei was hungry again; she ate a large bowl of wontons and was then carried upstairs by him.
As for Yan Chu or that day's matter, he no longer mentioned a word, as if it had never happened.
He bathed her and then blow-dried her hair.
Everything was as usual.
...
Time passed in such a nondescript way for several more weeks.
Hospital room.
