Mo Yuzhen stopped in front of the ward, his hand resting on the door handle, yet unable to push it open completely. His usually calm heartbeat was strangely chaotic, thumping louder and louder against his chest as though warning him of something he wasn't prepared to face.
He didn't even understand why he felt nervous. It was ridiculous. Why should meeting a woman make him nervous?
He exhaled slowly.
Just open it, Yuzhen.
His hand tightened slightly, and he pushed the door open a little. The moment he did, and looked inside the room through the narrow gap, his world seemed to freeze.
Inside, Tang Xiyu was in another man's arms.
He froze. Every muscle in his body went rigid as his brain struggled to process what he was seeing. Instinctively, he stepped back, as though something had hit him. For a moment, he thought he had walked into the wrong room.
But no, the director had clearly said this was the room.
