The sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed through the hallway.
When Lu Yin arrived, Qiao An and Mu Jingxi were locked in a standoff—one wanted to leave, the other wanted to stop them. Neither could convince the other.
Neither could shake the other's resolve.
"Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?" Lu Yin's eyes were filled with worry as he gave her a once-over.
Wearing a loose hospital gown, aside from her pale, bloodless complexion, Qiao An seemed to have no other issues.
After confirming she was not physically injured, Lu Yin stepped forward and came to her side. "Qiaoqiao, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just want to go back."
Her words were spoken with great difficulty.
It felt like something was lodged in her throat; every word she uttered brought sharp pain.
Lu Yin had always granted her every request, never refusing her.
When he heard she wanted to leave, Lu Yin nodded without hesitation, "Alright, let's leave right now."
