Yu Yanshen fell into a brief silence.
"Do you so wish for me to die?"
Yao Qing didn't speak. Her lips were tightly sealed, not uttering a single word.
After a moment, she turned and left from in front of the ward.
The suit jacket carelessly draped over her shoulders fell to the ground, and the man's gaze lingered on it, deep and unfathomable.
He didn't seem inclined to follow her, his eyes dark as he watched Fo Zi'ang, who was still standing in place.
His voice, somewhat deep and inscrutable, clearly reached Fo Zi'ang's ears.
"Mr. Fo, the dead cannot be brought back to life."
Fo Zi'ang's expression changed almost instantly.
He didn't want to have a direct confrontation with Yu Yanshen, which was why he had sought out Yao Qing afterward, wanting to tell her the truth.
