"Siqing," a voice suddenly came from the entrance.
An Ziqi turned her head and saw Lin Xilu standing at the entrance, obviously out of breath from rushing here.
An Siqing, seeing him, finally stood still, stunned.
Lin Xilu watched her, his chest still heaving violently from the running.
Since their last meeting at the Ye Family a few months ago, he had not seen An Siqing again.
Toward An Siqing, he felt not only a deep sense of guilt but also an inexplicable pang of heartache.
He had thought about looking for her too, but he simply didn't know what identity or reason to use to approach her.
When he received the call from An Ziqi today, he thought it was An Ziqi who was in the hospital, never expecting to see An Siqing here, on the verge of jumping off a building.
Looking at the person standing at the edge of the rooftop, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight compared to a few months earlier, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards her abdomen.