Jing Yiren's smile froze on her lips.
She looked in the distance at Xue Fanghua, who was being pushed slowly under the willow trees and on the tarred road, making her way towards them.
Dressed in patient's clothes, she appeared even more emaciated than before.
Her curly hair cascaded casually over her chest, and her face was devoid of color.
She gazed blankly at the flowers and plants on the nearby green belt, which slowly retreated as she was pushed forward.
She didn't seem to notice Jing Yiren.
Lu Ming also saw Xue Fanghua ahead, and the motion of pushing Jing Yiren stopped abruptly.
Then, as if he hadn't seen Xue Fanghua, he resumed pushing Jing Yiren forward with an indifferent look on his face.
As the two parties almost brushed past each other,
Jing Yiren pursed her lips and, in sync with Lu Ming, turned her gaze elsewhere.
As if they hadn't seen Xue Fanghua at all, ignoring her.
