Yan Xiaye nodded lightly.
She roughly guessed what had happened, but didn't mention Ji Liangchen's name, and instead pulled Li Yuntang towards the doctor's office.
Behind her, Miss Xi'er couldn't wait to rush into the ward, seemingly stunned by the scene before her, letting out a cry tinged with sobs.
Yan Xiaye's heart tightened slightly, and she glanced sideways at the man's handsome, pale profile, but ultimately didn't turn back to look.
If it weren't for Ji Liangchen interrupting her connection with Li Yuntang, Li Yuntang wouldn't have needed to rush to this unfamiliar country right after dealing with the matters in Jianghai, not even having had time to properly bandage his wounds.
She was introverted by nature, unaccustomed to expressing sweet words, but her eyes were misty, those clear and translucent eyes truly feeling a deep ache.
"Xiaye, why are you looking at me like that?"
