"You rascal, what do you think you're doing, huh?" Qian slightly tilted her head up.
"Take a guess..."
Qian closed her eyes, enjoying the intimate moment with her lover. This was the feeling she was looking for—a sense of satisfaction that was more intoxicating than alcohol, providing her with a sense of belonging and pulling her out of the empathy she had built with her patients.
She needed to ground herself, to escape the piercing pain brought on by her patients.
She had pulled Hu Meijing back from despair, but her own heart was still trapped in that situation. Yu Minglang's appearance was just what she needed to free herself from this discomfort.
In the past, Qian would occasionally experience emotional lows after work, turning to alcohol to numb herself, but now she had found a better way to relieve stress than alcohol.
The moment he appeared, a sense of calm settled in her heart.
Their eyes met, the atmosphere was just right.
