449, the main gate of the fourth hospital is broken.

Xuanyuan Shangchen was well aware of what he was currently doing.

As long as he could win a chance of survival for Junhuang, he was willing to pay any price.

It was love, and it was duty.

Chu Jin half-supported Ling Que as they headed upstairs, passing through the foyer and stopping in front of a bedroom door, where Chu Jin's hand rested on the doorknob.

Ling Que's gaze fell on Chu Jin's hand, noticing a very simple sapphire ring on her ring finger that, set against her red clothes, didn't seem out of place but instead sparkled with a subdued glow, radiating a commanding aura.

Ling Que recognized the ring.

Having followed Xuanyuan Shangchen for many years, she knew it was the treasured heirloom of the Xuanyuan lineage. How had it now ended up on Chu Jin's hand?

Ling Que slightly curved her lips, and without changing her expression, said in her usual tone, "The ring is quite beautiful."