She saw it, and was greatly shocked. Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was unintentional, but she fell from upstairs...
Beitang continued, "Shirao is a strong and optimistic girl, there's no way she would have suicidal tendencies. This matter may not be so simple. I know about your friendship with Ou Yimo, but Shirao is my sister. If her fall really is related to Ou Yimo, I will certainly not let her off. At that time, if you stand on her side, we will no longer be friends."
"I have already severed all ties with her, whether this matter is related to her or not, you can handle it however you see fit, there's no need to ask my opinion." Zhan Nanjue said, slowly walking towards the hospital bed.
His eyes seemed to have never left the comatose Gong Shirao.
Slowly, he sat on the chair beside the bed.
Beitang looked at Zhan Nanjue with a complicated expression. He knew what Ou Yimo meant to Zhan Nanjue, for the past eighteen years, she had been the one he protected at all costs.
