She had been through it herself, how could she not understand the pain of beating the mandarin ducks apart?
When they left the hospital entrance, Zhou Yun had intended to drive Xia Weiyi home, but at that moment, she saw Xu Zhiye.
He leaned against his car, looking down as he smoked, with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet. It seemed he was specifically waiting for Xia Weiyi.
As soon as Xu Zhiye saw Xia Weiyi coming out, he quickly snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, straightened his body, and strode over to them.
Zhou Yun brought Xia Weiyi to Xu Zhiye's side, sighed, and said, "Yiyi has agreed ..."
Xu Zhiye knew what Zhou Yun meant by 'agreed'. He looked at the girl in front of him with tearful eyes, her complexion pale like a transparent and fragile glass doll, causing an indescribable pain in his heart.
Xu Zhiye nodded, then gently embraced Xia Weiyi in his arms.
Xia Weiyi's shoulders shuddered, and she instinctively pushed against his shoulders with her hands.
