Lu Jianshen was just about to speak.
At that moment, Fang Qinglian suddenly opened her eyes, looking at him with such a heartbroken, desperate, pitiable expression, and weakly called out, "Jianshen..."
If it had been any other time, Lu Jianshen might have already walked over to her.
But this time, he didn't move.
In the dark night, the dense blackness seemed like a vast cloth draped over everything.
Lu Jianshen just stood there like a statue, not moving an inch.
Time seemed to have frozen.
The scene too seemed to have frozen.
Fang Qinglian suddenly burst into tears, shaking her head desperately, unable to believe that he actually hadn't gotten into the car. That he hadn't accompanied her to the hospital.
He had intended to get on.
It was just one phone call.
What kind of call was it?
That he could change his mind so easily.
"Jianshen..." Fang Qinglian opened her mouth, nearly exhausting all her strength to weakly call for him.
