Chen Meiqi nodded, she knew Pei Zhiyao was right.
She stood up and slowly walked towards the exit of the ward.
Before leaving, she turned back to look at Wen Mian lying on the hospital bed with a look full of concern and reluctance.
The ward quieted down again, with only the faint sounds of Wen Mian's breathing and the dripping of the IV.
Pei Zhiyao sat by the bed, quietly watching her.
His heart was filled with tenderness and determination, he was willing to accompany Wen Mian through this difficult time until she fully recovered.
He knew that Wen Mian now needed more care and attention.
Before Chen Meiqi left the ward, she still couldn't restrain the doubts in her heart. Her brows were deeply furrowed, her eyes filled with worry, as if an unspeakable pressure lingered over her heart. Her hand gently clenched, then slowly relaxed, as if seeking some kind of strength.
