Joes looked down at the phone in her hand. The contents of the message were ambiguous.
She pursed her lips and furrowed her brows. A moment later, she deleted the letter.
She turned off the phone screen and put it back in place as if nothing had happened.
Zheng Zeyi was still in the doctor's office because of her discharge.
Joes dragged her shoes off the bed, walked to the window, and pulled it open with some strength.
The breeze seemed to have found an air outlet and gushed into the ward. Joes was only wearing a thin hospital gown. At that moment, she shrank her neck from the wind, but she did not turn it off.
She knew that it was not good to look at someone's phone. It was not appropriate behavior. Even if they were a couple, they should not look into each other's privacy.
Joes crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling a little suffocated.
