Su Changfeng smiled, the aftereffects mean nothing to him.
"Even if knives were falling from the sky, they couldn't stop me," Su Changfeng said.
Yue Qingshan nodded and left the ward, returning shortly with a wheelchair.
Helping Su Changfeng into the wheelchair, Yue Qingshan pushed him out of the hospital.
On the night streets, there were still a few pedestrians, and in their eyes, Su Changfeng and Yue Qingshan seemed like a couple from the hospital. Yue Qingshan particularly liked being misunderstood, even enjoyed it, as it was only through misunderstanding that Yue Qingshan could feel any possibility with Su Changfeng.
Yue Qingshan didn't want to face this reality, not because she deeply loved Su Changfeng, but because she knew very well that wanting a love like Su Changfeng's was undoubtedly an extravagant desire that other men could not provide, which left her feeling so unwilling.
