After she finished speaking, she turned and strode into the hospital building.
Gu Qiangwei stood in the corridor, just watching his tall and perfect figure, as she waited in place.
The December sky began to shower down the year's first snowflakes.
Seeing the pure white snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, Gu Qiangwei took a step forward and reached out her hand to catch the falling snowflake.
Upon touching her palm, the snowflake melted instantly. The moment of beauty was fleeting and gone in the blink of an eye.
Her hand faced downward, and straight ahead, a familiar silhouette entered her line of sight.
The instant Gu Qiangwei saw Nangong Feifei, her expression darkened.
The Nangong Feifei of today, standing in front of her, seemed somewhat pitiful and pathetic.
Nangong Feifei stood there, her hands at her sides gradually clenching!
Why does heaven favor Gu Qiangwei so much? Not dying from a gunshot, nor from poisoning!
