Her hair was disheveled, as she glared at him through the strands that fell before her eyes.
"Get out, why won't you just leave!"
Seeing that he didn't move, she propped herself up to get out of bed—if he wouldn't leave, she would!
Anyway, she didn't want to stay in the same room with him, didn't want to see him anymore.
Before her feet could touch the ground, Tang Yuchen suddenly turned and stormed out of the ward, yanking the door closed with such force that it made a loud bang.
The room fell silent, and An Ruo wearily lay back down on the bed, closing her eyes in fatigue.
A few minutes later, a nurse pushed the door open and entered.
She surveyed the mess on the floor but said nothing, first reinserting An Ruo's IV, then quietly cleaned up the floor.
Then, with a gentle voice, she said to her, "Young lady, I know you're heartbroken over the loss of the child. However, your health is what's most important. Don't get too emotional; focus on recovering first."