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That look in her eyes, wishing she could tear her to pieces.
Zhou Ting was scared by Xia Weiyi's fierce momentum and took a step back. When she wanted to say something more with her lips pursed, she seemed like she would hit someone.
The door to the hospital room was kicked open from the outside with a loud 'bang'—
A tide of furious anger accompanied by the 'clang' of the door slamming against the wall, swept in.
Everyone in the room looked up at the sound.
Ye Che hadn't changed his clothes in two days; they were wrinkled. His short hair was a mess; his tired face harbored a pair of inscrutable eyes, pupils constricted, radiating a thick murderous intent.
When Xia Weiyi saw him, she felt even more aggrieved. Tears began to fall with a 'plop plop', and she called out, "Ye Che—"