Yan Luoxi walked past him and out of the hospital room.
Just as she reached the door, a clattering sound came from behind. She paused for a moment, but without turning back, she opened the door and left with big strides.
Li Yeqi stood amidst the mess, his face full of anger. The woman who was gasping for breath beneath him just now could in the blink of an eye transform into the sharpest dagger and stab mercilessly into his heart.
This woman was clearly no longer the one from five years ago, so why could he not let go?
Yan Luoxi walked into the safety stairwell, her knees went weak, and she fell to the floor. Thinking of the man's disappointed and pained expression just now, her heart ached as if it were being pierced by a knife. She had originally planned to have no interaction with him, but in the end, she had hurt him once again.
She cupped her face in her hands, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears.
