Tian Lingyun looked at the pen in her hand, her heart aching with every throb. She had always taken great care of this pen, but now it was broken. Was it because her fate with Bo Jingnian had come to an end?
The phone kept ringing incessantly. She placed the pen on the table, picked up the phone, and answered, "Hello, this is Tian Lingyun."
"Miss Tian, could you please come to the hospital? Your friend is injured."
Tian Lingyun hurried to the hospital. As she walked into the ward, Mou Chenyi was wearing a white coat, a band-aid on his nose, leaning on the bed. The man lying on the bed had a swollen face, looking dreadful and beaten.
She frowned heavily, "What happened?"
Mou Chenyi stood up straight, looking a bit uneasy. He pointed at the man on the bed and said, "He hit first. I was just defending myself, who knew he'd hit me where it wouldn't show."
