Zhuo Junyue watched as the birthmark became more and more prominent, as if it had been stabbed with fresh blood.
At first glance, it looked like a blooming flower, incredibly eye-catching.
Zhuo Junyue didn't understand what was happening. An An's birthmark had become more noticeable ever since her surgery.
"An An, my sweetheart, we're nearly at the hospital. You have to be strong."
Half an hour later, An An was rushed into the ER.
After Shao Rui received a call from Zhuo Zhengxiu, he hurriedly arrived at the hospital to wait.
After An An was taken into the ER, Zhuo Zhengxiu noticed the blood stains on Zhuo Junyue's body, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Junyue, are you hurt anywhere?"
Zhuo Junyue shook his head, his eyes fixed on the red light on the wall, "Dad, if anything happens to An An, how could I face Ningyan?"
This incident was beyond his expectations.
