"Yanyan, I'll accompany Meiqi to see the doctor first. You wait here for me, I'll have something to talk to you about later."
After Chu Sihao finished speaking, he bent down, picked up Jin Meiqi, and ran towards the emergency room.
Watching that intimate silhouette, Xia Yanxin's tears once again broke free and streamed down her face.
She was no longer the Xia Yanxin she used to be, and he was no longer the Chu Sihao he used to be. Once some people pass by your life, they become forever strangers...
At this moment, in a high-class VIP ward, Shen Xiaoman was sitting beside Lei Zijia's bed...
Lei Zijia was still in a coma, occasionally murmuring a name softly, "Xiaokui, Xiaokui..."
Shen Xiaoman didn't mind at all and still sat by his side, watching him intently. Under the light, Lei Zijia's facial features appeared even more delicate, his skin pale, and his brows as pretty as a girl's, but his complexion was too pale, devoid of any color.
