Ning Xia stood by the bed, gazing deeply at him for a long time before she reluctantly turned around, struggling to lift her foot, and step by step, she left the room.
She really wanted to stay by his side, but she also knew that mere companionship was futile. Not to mention that Bo Siyan didn't want her to see him like this, she herself was not willing to silently wait for his death.
If there was even the slightest hope, she would not sit by idly. Moreover, her little tyrant shouldn't lose his life at such a young age.
Ai Lin was right, he had many things to do, many ambitions to fulfill, and a better future to look forward to.
Once out of the room, she went straight to Ai Lin's room. The door was not closed. Ai Lin was sitting on the sofa, holding a photo frame and looking at it.
She raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door.
Without lifting her eyes, Ai Lin said coldly and indifferently, "You can go now."
