A gaping hole had opened up in Wenxing's heart.
It can't be filled.
Being suspected by Ou Zun was like a stabbing in her chest.
Moreover, he didn't even respond to her queries, and treated her as if she was invisible. She couldn't bear such indifference.
She bit her trembling lips, gazing at Ou Zun, but he didn't even give her a single glance.
She left in sorrowful silence.
Her retreating figure was forlorn.
Lu Lingxi stood there, somewhat helpless, unsure of what to say or do.
She knew Wenxing; Wenxing was not the person Ou Zun described.
At the same time, she also understood Ou Zun; he was not a person to accuse others without reason.
What was the actual situation?
Lu Lingxi stood at the door of the ward, feeling uneasy and coughed lightly. She looked up at Mù Qiānxún on the bed, "Little monster, you're not hurt, are you?"
Mù Qiānxún curled her lips and grumbled, "You should go and check on Wenxing. She seemed off. I'm fine here, I've got Ou Zun!"