Zhan Nanjue's hospital room was suddenly opened by someone, but Zhan Nanjue did not turn to look towards the door.
He continued to stare at his phone, as if waiting for someone's response.
The footsteps drew closer.
Zhan Nanjue instinctively thought it was the doctor or nurse coming for a routine checkup; because before, every time, he held onto hope, but every time that hope was dashed.
He no longer dared to hope for anything.
He was still pondering what Mu Yanxi had meant in her previous words to him.
Does he know something.
As a shadow approached, he finally moved his attention away from the phone, yet found that the footsteps seemed strangely familiar.
As if the sound was not on the floor, but on the tip of his heart...
Zhan Nanjue suddenly looked up incredulously at the source of the sound, his phone crashing to the ground, unnoticed.
It was her.
Gong Shirao.
She had come!?
