Seeing their best friend in such a lifeless, spiritless state, Zhou Xingyan and Yu Tingting exchanged a silent glance, letting out a long sigh almost in unison.
Meanwhile, in Gu Jingxin's doctor's office at Gu Hospital.
Gu Jingchen strode into the office, his tall and lean frame settling directly onto the sofa. His handsome face, sculpted as if by divine hands, could not fully mask the heavy weariness and melancholy in his striking features. His dark eyes, deep and inscrutable, concealed a profound coldness. With his long fingers slipping into his pockets, his presence exuded an oppressive chill.
His jet-black eyes lowered, his emotions like a storm-laden sky. Every time he thought of his beloved woman, tears silently streaming down her pallid face without a word, Gu Jingchen felt a dull blade slicing through his heart. Each breath became an ordeal, his chest as if gripped and twisted cruelly by several unseen hands, leaving him in excruciating pain.
