Meanwhile, Fang Youxue went upstairs, heading straight for the special care ward.
Xia Liang didn't say a word until she left. He knew what was going on, but it was none of his business.
***
Two hours later, as Xia Liang was by the washstand after using the restroom, he heard the sound of soft sobbing.
Fang Youxue was there, quietly wiping away her tears.
She had always been closest to her uncle, Fang Tian, ever since she was a child. Seeing him in his current state was incredibly distressing for her.
Seeing this, Xia Liang sighed and cursed his own kind heart.
"Miss Fang, do you need help?" he asked slowly as he washed his hands.
Startled by his appearance, Fang Youxue quickly composed herself, her expression becoming completely different from a moment ago.
"How do you know my surname is Fang?" she asked, looking at him.
