Li Qiao leaned against the man's chest, inhaling the scent on him that was faintly masked by disinfectant, her heart feeling unbearably soft.
She too had wanted to.
In the past few days, countless times she had picked up the phone wanting to hear his voice, but before she could dial the number, she mysteriously stopped all actions.
He Chen said that if she softened again, Shaoyan would surely be doomed forever.
Because he could be heartless to the whole world, yet he'd be ever so compliant with Li Qiao.
If she showed any reluctance, Shaoyan would undoubtedly personally terminate the treatment plan and return to Li Qiao's side.
By then, everything would be completely out of control.
Li Qiao knew well that He Chen wasn't making a fuss, so even if she felt pained at this moment, she could only bury her head in the man's embrace and remain silent.
Shang Yu didn't seem to need her response either; the two of them embraced silently for a moment, then moved to sit on a sofa nearby.
