Fu Yi stared into her eyes, watching as she dared not meet his gaze, and spoke in a deep tone, "Is it because there are too many patients, or do you simply not want to see me!"
The corridor was not only occupied by them; occasionally, family members of patients walked by.
The warm orange light fell on her eyelids, making Jiang Nuan's eyelids twitch a few times, "I didn't think like that."
"But that's what you did!" Fu Yi's chest was a raging torrent of molten lava, almost impossible to suppress, his face full of anger, his left hand gripping Jiang Nuan's wrist tightly.
Just when Jiang Nuan thought he was going to hit her, she saw the angry man slowly lower his eyes, looking defeated, "Don't get a divorce."
"..."
"Nuannuan, don't get a divorce."
His voice was weary as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days, making Jiang Nuan's heart tighten suddenly.
Fu Yi held her hand, "I'm sorry."
