An Xiaxia stood outside the ward. She was going to check up on Su Xiaomo, but just happened to walk in on their lovey-dovey interaction. She then sat down on the bench outside in frustration.
A tall figure walked past her. The person paused when he recognized her. "An Xiaxia?"
"Hm?" An Xiaxia looked up.
It was Yin Qinghan.
He had lost quite a few pounds, but his eyes remained bright and clear. The smile he gave An Xiaxia was very pleasant.
It was one of those hearty smiles.
"What are you doing here? Still not feeling well?"
An Xiaxia shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm here for a friend of mine."
"I see… You know what, I haven't thanked you properly for your help last time. How about we grab something to eat?" Yin Qinghan said with a smile.
An Xiaxia declined politely. "Glad to help. Don't worry about it. He saved me once before."
Come to think of it, fate was really a remarkable thing.
