Zhao Yu stood at the clinic's entrance, looking nervously at Wen Ying. He only walked in after she nodded.
"Doctor Wen, about Miao Miao... I've been following the case with the authorities for the past two days. They found her remains and are in the process of confirming her identity. I heard they've already contacted her parents."
Wen Ying nodded and looked at him. "Are you afraid?"
Zhao Yu shook his head, his expression resolute. He wasn't afraid anymore. Not one bit.
After learning what Miao Miao had been through, what he felt was more than just pity. Perhaps that's how a stranger would feel. When people see a news story about a tragedy befalling a stranger, their reaction is usually fleeting. 'What a shame, such bad luck. They should just catch the bad guys and execute them! How pitiful!'
But to Zhao Yu, Miao Miao was clearly no longer a stranger.
She once was, but not anymore.
