The two of them arrived at the eighth-floor corridor, took a few steps, and a nurse came toward them, pushing a woman in a wheelchair.
Seeing Qiao Chengxun and Wen Meimei holding each other's hands was like a thorn that ruthlessly pierced Han Dingxi's eyes, causing her heart to tighten suddenly.
Qiao Chengxun, I almost lost my life for you, and now I'm left paralyzed, yet you still have the leisure to whisper sweet nothings with your rumored girlfriend.
Heh... Han Dingxi laughed at herself mockingly.
Wasn't all of this her own fault? Falling in love with this heartless man.
The nurse pushed Han Dingxi into room 801, leaving the door open.
When Qiao Chengxun walked into room 801, Han Dingxi sat by the window, with her back facing the door.
Hearing footsteps stop, Han Dingxi spoke up, "Young Master Qiao, you've finally come."
Qiao Chengxun was about to speak when Wen Meimei suddenly tugged at his large hand.
