"Since President Pei says he's looking into it, you shouldn't worry about this matter. It's not your concern. If you think too much, you might just be putting pressure on yourself."
Wen Mian didn't look up, but her black eyes were filled with a different kind of emotion.
"I don't even know what to say. I just feel that... this indeed hit me hard, there's pressure. Also, I regret that I won't be able to perform on stage anymore."
Chen Meiqi raised her hand and held Wen Mian's.
The warmth of her palm immediately felt the icy coolness of Wen Mian's.
Even now, it was slightly covered with a cold sweat.
She patted Wen Mian on the back, feeling a surge of emotion:
"It will all pass, but luckily, you have Pei Zhiyao by your side. He won't let you be too sad. After all, Pei Zhiyao will take care of everything for you, right?"
Wen Mian didn't respond when the door to the ward was pushed open.
As Pei Zhiyao approached, Chen Meiqi immediately got up, sensibly giving the two some space.
