Li Yeqi wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. He looked at the woman's sorrowful and despairing expression, thinking that even giving her a hug would be good. But at this moment, his mind was in turmoil, and he simply couldn't manage to comfort her.
He clenched his fist and suddenly turned to leave.
Yan Luoxi stared blankly at his retreating back, tears welled up layer by layer, a wave of grief swept over her, and she covered her eyes with both hands, unable to control her sobbing.
She was well aware that back then, when she was hesitant to tell him the truth, what she feared most was that after he knew the truth, he would resent her because of his mother's situation.
She collapsed on the bench, the air conditioning in the hospital was very strong, blowing continuously over her, and she only felt that the cold air seeped into her bones, sending shivers through her heart.
