Ye Lu continued to turn her head and look out the window, but the bright eyes that once brimmed with anticipation now seemed increasingly dim as she watched car after car speed mercilessly by, none stopping.
He's really not coming?
Not even to see her this one last time?
Another hour passed quickly, and this corner still had only her, sitting alone with a cup of milk tea in her hands. The golden, beautiful sunlight outside shone on her pale profile, like delicate fragments of sorrow that stained her brows and lips.
Dr. K glanced up at her, originally intending to go over and say, "It's been three hours already. If he was going to come, he'd have come by now. There's no point in waiting anymore. If he isn't coming, waiting won't make a difference."
But seeing Ye Lu's distracted gaze fixed on the road outside the window, her motionless posture, her quiet and steadfast waiting—without complaint or anger—
