Ning Guiwan nodded, bid farewell, and they parted ways—one going up, the other down.
After walking a short distance, she couldn't resist looking back. She saw Quan Heng turn onto a side path, not the one leading to her mother's grave.
She silently chided herself for being needlessly suspicious.
At the foot of the mountain, she received a call from Lai Yang. "Auntie woke up. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way."
The return trip was during the evening rush hour. Especially in the city center, the stop-and-go traffic stretched the journey to over an hour.
Outside the hospital room stood Quan Yu, hands in his pockets. Dressed in black, he was tall and straight.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to look her way. His features were clean-cut, and his demeanor dignified and extraordinary, making him stand out distinctly from the surroundings. Passers-by couldn't help but cast sideways glances at him.
