Wei Anning's mind was buzzing. The word "love," which she could shout out loud without restraint when she was 20, was now extremely difficult to say easily at the age of 25.
She didn't even know where she got the strength from, but like a cunning fish, she suddenly broke free from his grip, grabbed the bag that had fallen to the floor, and stumbled out of the hospital room.
"Wei Anning, how dare you leave!"
Leng Youchen sat up from the bed, ignored the sharp pain in his arm, pulled off the covers, and jumped out of bed. He tripped over the bedding and almost fell to the ground. He steadied himself and chased to the hospital room door, but where in the hallway was Wei Anning's figure to be seen?
He punched the wall, his arm going numb from the impact.
Lu Feng walked out of the elevator just in time to see Wei Anning rushing into it like a gust of wind. Before he could react, the elevator doors closed and headed down.
