"Are you sure you don't need it?" Leh Ying inquired, "You've been watching him."
"No, really." Director Fang packed the medical kit and shook his head, "I know him, but he doesn't recognize me."
Oh, is that so.
Xu Jingxi's past was too remarkable to be easily forgotten.
Director Fang nodded to the patient in the bed and cautioned her not to take any medication indiscriminately. The hotel's medical care was substandard and informal, he warned, telling her to look after her health, especially since she looked so frail. Then he left to board the plane and depart.
Sitting in the cabin, wearing noise-canceling headphones, he couldn't resist glancing down one more time at Xu Jingxi beneath the eaves.
There was a man born to stand atop the summit, who belonged there all his life, yet he left midway through.
Many were disappointed, but none could tame his fierce and ruthless nature.
As the helicopter completely left, the hotel returned to its tranquil state, and night fell as well.
