When Li Chengze came out of the doctor's office, his face was as pale as paper, and all the blood in his body seemed to freeze solid.
Not far away, the frail Tu Haohao was sitting on a bench, her gaze resting on a mother holding a baby in the distance.
There was a kind of tranquility in her eyes.
And a sort of... indescribable regret.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing his heart tightly, and Li Chengze unconsciously tightened his hands.
The medical diagnosis slip he held could not withstand the pressure and had already become crumpled.
As if she sensed someone was looking at her, Tu Haohao slowly turned her head and looked at Li Chengze.
"Let's go back to J City; the hospital facilities here aren't good."
Li Chengze walked up to her, forcing a smile.
Tu Haohao looked up at him and reached out to take the diagnosis slip from his hand.
Li Chengze tightened his grip.
"Let go." Tu Haohao's voice was unnaturally calm.
Li Chengze slowly let go.
