Qiao Ran walked out of the ward, her face burning hot like a furnace. Pinned against a corner by Wen Shimo and smelling the familiar scent of his body, she thought of his limited days left and felt her heart being torn apart, the pain so intense she couldn't breathe.
So, she wanted to break free from his embrace, but in her struggle, she noticed the changes in his body, which frightened her into complete disarray, nonsensically dragging Lei Yan into the situation.
"Qiao Ran, calm down. From now on, don't ever panic over that worthless scumbag again. What's most important is improving your martial arts, so you won't even lose to a dying man."
While reminding herself, Qiao Ran walked to the psychiatric ward, pushed open a door, and saw Xu Xueman sitting on the hospital bed, stupidly smiling at the television.