"Take your time to think about it, and get back to me later."
Ji Muye leaned against the wall, his knees slightly bent, his dense, fan-like lashes casting a faint shadow as he looked at the ground in silence for a long time.
Lu Xining hurriedly left with her female assistant.
Xue Lin's health suddenly deteriorated, her indicators began to decline, and she faintly lost her will to survive.
By the time she returned to the twins' ward, it was late at night.
The children had already gone to bed early.
There was no sight of Ji Muye in the room.
She tucked the children in and was about to rest on the sofa to keep watch through the night when she heard a noise from the balcony.
A thinly dressed man stood in the night, looking at her, causing Lu Xining's heart to pound violently!
She slid open the balcony door and stood face to face with him.
Lu Xining asked him for his answer from the afternoon.