In the hospital ward, Wen Xian froze for a moment after faintly hearing those words, and then she focused her attention even more.
What to do...?
Was there something that couldn't be shared with her...?
That voice, it was clearly Little Zaijun's voice...
But then, the voices outside the door continued to drift into her ears.
"My brother must be on the plane now..."
"Sigh, it's no use saying anything, it's just unfair to my daughter, but when there's an order from above, he has to go..."
The voices came through faintly, and Wen Xian just listened to those words, her heart gradually sinking.
Even her breathing ceased for a moment.
Her slender, pale fingers were still clutching the thin quilt, but after hearing that conversation, the grip tightened.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
It seemed she was gradually digesting the news.
Digesting the news that was difficult for her to accept, but that she had to nevertheless.
Yes, Lu Xiao had left.
