Just thinking about those things, the little black person in Gu Tiantian's heart started to roar furiously, wishing to tear Bai Chenyao into pieces.
The little white person floated around, eventually flying into a corner, completely overshadowed by the violence of the little black person, leaving no trace.
Suddenly putting down the water cup she was holding, Gu Tiantian quickly packed the cold medicine the doctor had given her from the table and put it into her coat pocket.
Not looking at Bai Chenyao even once more, although her emotions were still a bit complicated, she dared not turn back.
Worried that if she looked one more time, she would get soft-hearted and reluctant to leave.
Or, perhaps, there was also an inexplicable emotion gradually controlling her, making her decisions increasingly hesitant.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Tiantian changed her clothes, wrapping herself up tightly, pulled open the door, and walked out without hesitation.
