Meng Xi'er softly uttered an "Hmm" and nodded her head.
Mo Sinian stood still, staring at her retreating figure. There was an inexplicable melancholy within him. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff.
Sending the woman he loved to another man's house and feigning consideration was immensely frustrating.
Mo Sinian scoffed bitterly to himself, stubbed out his cigarette, and lifted his head to glance at Meng Xi'er's retreating figure. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to spot something and sharply turned his gaze towards the corner.
A woman dressed in a white skirt, who seemed rather shocked when she noticed him staring, hastily turned around to leave while her back was facing him.
Mo Sinian furrowed his brows, searched his memory for the woman's face, and upon realizing he had no recollection of her, re-centred his focus. He wondered if he was being overly suspicious. Shaking his head, he turned around and headed towards the hospital.
