Even though she had betrayed him time and again, toying with his feelings, he still couldn't remain indifferent to her life and death.
When he returned to S City, due to the time difference, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Yuntian got off the plane and took a cab from the airport to the hospital.
After asking one doctor after another, he finally saw Tianxing inside the ICU.
Her frail body was sunk into the white hospital bed, with countless tubes attached to her, connecting to various machines by the bedside.
Her already small face had become so thin that even her cheekbones protruded sharply, and her delicate chin was even more pointed.
A respirator was on her nose, and with her weak breathing, a thin layer of white mist formed on the mask.
Beside her, the heart monitor's curve rose and fell slowly, emitting beeping sounds.
Yuntian pressed his forehead against the small glass pane on the door, watching the scene inside.
Why did it have to be like this?
