Mu Wanqing's tears flowed like a fountain.
Even though she raised her hand to wipe them away constantly, the tears still blurred her vision, making it hard to see the road ahead.
She spoke, her chest feeling as if it were pierced with icicles, each word carrying a bloody wound.
"He won't... being with me is what will take his life."
"But... you love each other!"
In love.
Mu Wanqing thought, it is because of love that it is this painful.
If Wen Zhan still didn't love her like before, all of this would have been much simpler.
As they reached the elevator, they could still hear the sounds from the ward, chaotic, frantic, and urgent.
And the healthcare workers rushing by, presumably heading to Wen Zhan's room.
He... will pull through, right? — Mu Wanqing thought in her heart.
The elevator doors opened, and she hesitated for a few seconds before stepping inside.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry, Wen Zhan.
She repeatedly repented in her heart.