Shen Yanhe's pupils contracted slightly, and her fair and delicate face instantly darkened, her bloodshot eyes staring tightly at each of the surveillance video windows, trying to locate the person called Shen Huai.
But that person was clever, hiding in a blind spot where the surveillance couldn't capture them, with only a snippet of rose-red clothing showing on camera.
All she could do was watch helplessly as Shen Huai dodged the medical staff and walked towards the blind spot, and by the time he came out, he already had a blood-red rose in his hand.
In those few short minutes that he held the flower, Shen Huai convulsed and fell to the ground, and medical personnel rushed over to take him back for emergency aid—the scene was chaotic.
Shen Yanhe closed her eyes briefly, her hand gripping the mouse suddenly tightened, her knuckles turning pale from the force, anger and resentment churning in her heart.
