He Nuoxin quietly returned to the hospital, seemingly indifferent to the commotion she had just caused.
The wound on her wrist had dried and no longer bled. Sitting in the corridor, she slowly reopened the wound.
As if she couldn't feel the pain, tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with the blood, rendering the wound a bloody mess.
"Brother Yanan is mine, he belongs to me..."
He Nuoxin murmured to herself softly.
Even though since her return, Li Yanan had not responded to her directly.
Even though he had watched her almost die just now without helping, still He Nuoxin stubbornly believed.
Feeling it was enough, He Nuoxin stood and walked towards Li Chengze's hospital room.
Her body like a frail willow, her face as delicate as a pear blossom in the rain.
But as soon as she pushed the door open, she saw another person.
Tu Haohao!
Although Tu Haohao had run out of the hotel with Li Chengze, she was still a step behind him.
Soon, she lost track of Li Chengze.
