Lu Yichen saw everyone off to the hospital's assembly point and watched them board the bus.
He was planning to wait until the bus left before leaving, but Luo Qiao rolled down the window, "Brother Chen, if you don't leave now, you'll be late for work."
As she spoke, she took out a pen and wrote 'love you' in the palm of Lu Yichen's hand.
Seeing the words, a smile curved Lu Yichen's lips. He looked around and pretended to grip something in his hand, "Alright, then take good care of yourself, and remember to call me."
After seeing Luo Qiao nod, he glanced at his wristwatch and reluctantly turned to leave.
A female comrade sitting next to her teased, "That must be your sweetheart, and he seems to find it hard to part with you."
Luo Qiao turned with a smile on her face, "That's my love, he worries about me traveling alone."
The woman observed Luo Qiao's delicate face, "You're already married?"
Luo Qiao nodded.
