A new day dawns, and Yan Luoxi's injuries have mostly healed. Li Yeqi went to handle her discharge procedures. She still wears that ridiculous neck brace, standing by the bed packing her luggage.
Recently, she almost considered the hospital her home. Finally able to go home, she felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart.
The door of the room behind her was pushed open. Without turning around, she said, "You finished so quickly?"
Before she could finish speaking, she immediately felt something different behind her. She spun around abruptly and saw that unfamiliar face. Almost reflexively, she drew into a defensive stance, "How did you get in here?"
The man standing behind her was Xue Changkong. She had met him a few times, then he always wore a mask. Now, appearing before her so openly, what was he planning?
Seeing Yan Luoxi's highly alert demeanor, Xue Changkong smiled slightly, "Luoxi, don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you."
