little girl, what's your last name?

mu qingyu had fallen from the window of her own ward.

song qincheng was holding her phone when she suddenly heard the news. she was a little overwhelmed. she had come to hengyuan, and before she could talk to yu tingchuan, mu qingyu was about to leave this world. it was impossible to describe how she felt at this moment. the only thing in her mind was the word 'life is unpredictable'.

"aren't the windows in the hospital ward semi-fixed?"

song qincheng voiced her doubts.

in order to prevent patients from committing suicide, the windows of the wards could only be opened by half.

"as long as she wants to, she'll find a way." jiang chi said, " i just found out about the situation. there was no one else in the ward when the accident happened. although her legs were disabled, she could still stand up and walk a few steps after so many years of rehabilitation. there was a sofa under the windowsill, so there were some things that others couldn't say. "