Watching the silhouettes of Mrs. Sheng and Mr. Sheng disappear at the end of the corridor, Tang Yanqi was about to turn back when suddenly her vision went dark. She found herself being pulled into Sheng Jianan's embrace. Tang Yanqi froze for a moment, then quietly looked up, only to see Sheng Jianan's tightly furrowed brows. Even with his eyes closed, Tang Yanqi could somehow sense his pain.
Her hands, which originally intended to push him away, gradually lowered, letting Sheng Jianan hold her.
After a long time, Sheng Jianan finally let her go, placing a hand on her head and gently ruffling her hair. This normally flamboyant man suddenly smiled: "I'll be at the hospital today, you can go back."
It was a gentle smile that made Tang Yanqi's heart flutter. He must have been terrified by Mr. Sheng's condition. After all, illness and death are inevitable, but if an accident caused by someone else's carelessness leads to a problem, that would be unjust.
