Meng Sijue left with a hint of disappointment, and Ahu came in to say, "I think Young Master Meng still has feelings for you."
Nan Zhifeng didn't say anything but watched from the window as Meng Sijue's car drove away.
"Miss, if you don't have feelings for him, it's better to keep a distance to avoid more trouble," Ahu whispered as a reminder.
"I know," Nan Zhifeng was well aware that it was impossible for her to be with Meng Sijue, so she had already been keeping her distance.
"We'll stay at a hotel after being discharged tomorrow, then find a place to settle down," she said.
"Alright."
The next morning, as they were preparing to be discharged, Meng Sijue arrived: "To celebrate your discharge, I invite you to lunch, and I'll also take you to your new place."
"Let me treat you instead, you've been so much help to me."
Nan Zhifeng didn't decline, so as not to seem pretentious.
"Then I'll pick something expensive," Meng Sijue joked.
"Haha, pick whatever you like."
