"Enough. I never planned to look for that irresponsible scumbag. Even if I found him, I'd kill him." Nie Yixiao impatiently straightened his posture and grabbed her slender wrist. "What I mean by saying this isn't to chat with you—it's to tell you that there is no chance between us. Go back to the sofa and sleep, or else, return to Disheng now."
Qiao Yongyong noticed his annoyance, withdrew her hand, and silently returned to the sofa.
Nie Yixiao watched as the girl curled up under the blanket, remained motionless, seemingly asleep. His gaze slowly regained calmness, though there was now an unclear complexity within it.
He knew he might have dealt her too many blows during this time.
But...
Killing her feelings early would be good for her.
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The next morning, when Qiao Yongyong got up, she found an extra quilt on her.
She glanced at the hospital bed—it was empty, and even the nearby wheelchair was gone.
He must have gone for a walk in the garden early.
