"Honey, this time has really been tough on you!" In the hospital room, Wang Jiancheng, whose condition was now under control after medication, no longer displayed the frenzied look he'd had before, nor the fear that came with his paranoid delusions. Thanks to the hospital diet, his complexion was ruddy, and he even looked quite healthy. However, he deliberately feigned a weak appearance of someone just recovering from a severe illness, watching Zhu Yiting pack up.
Hearing Wang Jiancheng's feigned affectionate words, Zhu Yiting felt not even the slightest ripple in her heart. She just continued packing silently, placing her belongings into the travel bag she had brought.
