Li Yeqi's father was so angry he spat blood, while Yan Luoxi didn't want to say much to him, because she knew that no matter what she said, he had concluded that all the trouble started because of her.
She had said all that needed to be said, and there was nothing else worth mentioning, so she turned away and left.
Li Yeqi's father stood in the garden with a sullen expression, watching Yan Luoxi's figure recede into the distance. He almost coughed up blood again; he wasn't old enough to be immobile, and he refused to believe he couldn't break them apart.
Yan Luoxi returned to the hospital room and saw Li Yeqi standing by the window, focusing intently on something she couldn't discern. He was so absorbed that he didn't notice her arrival. She slowly approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist.
