Qiao Yonghui finished signing the documents and left the hospital immediately.
After ten years, Jian Wan was finally going to die!
The past would turn to smoke and vanish with her death. No one would ever know what happened ten years ago.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yonghui took a long sigh of relief, feeling incredibly light.
Song Jia was right, he should have ended her sooner, leaving no loose ends.
In the hospital room, Jian Xi stood by the window with her arms crossed, watching Qiao Yonghui become smaller as he walked away, her expression icy.
"Miss, why did you lie?" Aunt Yang asked, confused.
"For the future," Jian Xi said, pulling her gaze back and biting into an apple, "To be reborn from desperation."
Aunt Yang looked puzzled. "Miss, I don't understand..."
"You don't need to," Jian Xi said with a raised eyebrow and a smile, "just wait and enjoy the show."
"..."
Knock knock knock—
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
