Ning Xia returned to her hospital room, dispirited and dejected.
Su Zaozao lifted her head from her cellphone screen, took in Ning Xia's demeanor, paused, but was not particularly surprised.
She considerately asked nothing, only saying, "Clean up here, and I'll go handle the discharge procedures for you."
There was no reason left to stay, so naturally, Ning Xia had to leave, and she nodded unconsciously.
On the way back, she remained silent, her brow tinged with defeat, eliciting pity from those who saw her.
When Su Zaozao turned to check the mirror on the right, she glanced at Ning Xia and sighed softly.
In the world of love, there is sweetness and bitterness—sweet as candy, it can fill your world with happiness and joy, but when bitter as arsenic, it leaves your life with only darkness and confusion.
She reached out to play a song, hoping its soft melody would heal Ning Xia's heart.
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