"Qiao Xi, what are you doing?" Xiang Huai winced as he clutched his forearm!
He felt like he couldn't move half of his body; it was numb.
He could only lean against the bench in the corridor, unable to move.
Qiao Xi pushed open the door to the sickroom, walked in, and locked it.
Xiang Huai twisted the doorknob for ages but couldn't turn it.
"Qiao Xi, if you dare hurt Xingluo, I will fight you with everything I have!" he yelled from outside.
Qiao Xi acted as if she hadn't heard his barking and slowly walked up to the bedside.
She looked down at the frail and helpless Xu Xingluo on the bed.
"These days, people don't commit suicide by running into walls; there are many other ways. Perhaps if you had chosen to jump from a building, it would have drawn much more attention. Are you afraid of losing face?" Qiao Xi said, her gaze devoid of warmth.
Xu Xingluo's forehead was bandaged, and she had regained consciousness.
