Li Beicheng saw her action and inexplicably raised an eyebrow, not paying it much mind.
Quietly putting Ya'er's hair into her pocket, Yan Xiaye glanced at Li Beicheng opposite the hospital bed, prepared to leave with an indifferent expression.
If Li Beicheng weren't here, she originally intended to stay and check on Ya'er, like pulling up surveillance footage to see if the nurses here were working diligently.
But since Li Beicheng was here, there was no need for an outsider like her to worry about Ya'er.
"Li Yuntang, let's go." Habitually grasping Li Yuntang's hand, Yan Xiaye turned around and left in a carefree manner.
Ever since she saw Li Beicheng, she only looked at him twice, her gaze calm without any noticeable change, truly without love or hate.
The past, she had completely let go of.
Now, she was very happy, and she didn't want those bad memories to disturb her mood.
Behind her.
