In Yun Chunxue's hospital room.
She lay sickly on the hospital bed, her delicate face looking even more worn. Gazing out at the scenery, her expression seemed quite melancholic.
Sorrow surrounded her.
When Qin Yu entered, this was the scene he saw.
He couldn't help but feel as though his heart was being pricked by needles, one after another.
With a calm smile on his face, he walked over to Yun Chunxue, "Chunxue, are you feeling any better today?"
Seeing him come in, Yun Chunxue managed a weak smile, "Much better, the wound is healing well, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
As she spoke, she glanced subtly toward the door behind Qin Yu...
A shadow flickered through Qin Yu's eyes.
He knew that the person she was always hoping for wasn't him.
Qin Yu said, "He didn't come..."
"Ah? Oh... No, I'm not waiting for anyone. I know that Mianmian is very important to him. You shouldn't have said such things in front of the reporters. Mianmian is fragile; he needs to be with her."
