Su Nanxing felt dizzy and muddled as her vision went black, nearly unable to sit up.
"Some things," Meng Qingxue was still speaking, "are not what they seem when spoken but must be judged by actions."
Her words were clearly directed at Su Nanxing.
Su Nanxing closed her eyes, feeling as though her heart was being forcefully squeezed by a fist.
It became difficult to breathe.
Pain spread like endless threads, seeping into every limb and bone.
Following that, Su Nanxing found herself in a daze, as if in a fog, but with a trace of clarity still present.
Lu Beiyuan's surgery had finished, and although he had yet to wake up, he was transferred to a regular ward.
However, the driver had been taken to the intensive care unit due to severe injuries sustained during the surgery.
Meng Qingxue stood at the doorway of the ward, beginning to speak with the air of the lady of the house, "Brother Beiyuan got injured trying to save me. I'll take care of him."
