Xiao Ye entered the hospital room, just standing at the door, without moving too close.
When Wen Qiao's gaze met his, her expression changed slightly.
"Miss, are you all right?" Xiao Ye's voice betrayed no emotion, even though his face was pale, his eyes still cold as ice. "I'm sorry, I didn't fulfill the promise I made to you."
Ji Shaoyang stood up, frowning, "Xiao Ye?"
Seeing him, Wen Qiao pursed her lips tightly.
Her lips trembled slightly, and in a soft voice, she said, "I'm fine... I, I don't blame you."
Seeing this person made her recently relaxed heart feel as if it had been struck with a heavy hammer.
The scenes from when she was taken away by him were still vivid, and just when she thought there was hope again, he suddenly called her Miss Qiao.
Immediately, her heart sank into an icy abyss.
Seeing this person again now, the feeling of inescapable fear crept in habitually, making her dare not relax for even a moment.
He's here; he must be nearby!
