Fu Zhengci went out to get some porridge. Xiao Yu lay on the pillow. Although she said she didn't care about Fu Jiu's words, in her heart, she couldn't ignore them. Such words, no matter who heard them, would not remain unfazed.
She even regretted letting Fu Zhengci pick her up from the hospital. Her actions might have once again given him the wrong impression.
Fu Zhengci brought the porridge in and saw her staring blankly ahead. He remembered Fu Jiu's words from earlier. He had indeed never cared if Xiao Yu had been with someone else. Back then, he was the first to let go, and he missed the best opportunity.
He only hoped that through his efforts, there could still be a chance for them to be together.
His footsteps were a bit heavy, pulling Xiao Yu back to her senses. She tried to sit up with difficulty, feeling pain all over her body with every movement, yet she tried her best not to rely on Fu Zhengci.
