Che Huan watched for a while, a tear welling up beneath her eyes as she bit her lip and left the ward.
With a blurred vision, she walked to the end of the corridor, feeling aggrieved as she looked at the bustling street market in the distance.
Why did Mom have to pressure her like this?
She stood there for who knew how long when suddenly she felt an added weight on her body, looking down, she saw a man's dark suit jacket had been placed over her shoulders.
She didn't turn around, already sensing his presence; she closed her eyes and took a light sniff.
Huo Jinnan's long arm encircled her waist, his hand pressing gently against her lower abdomen as he bowed his head and kissed her pale neck, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
Che Huan spoke softly, trying to make her voice sound normal, but it was still hoarse with a hint of a sob.
Feeling his warmth, and the words of her mother in the ward echoing in her ears, what should she do?
