Li Xiaoran saw the desolation in Qiao An's eyes and couldn't help but reach out to pat her little head. But in the end, his raised hand silently lowered behind her back.
He had to restrain himself from liking her. He turned around and entered the ward.
Qiao An leaned against the door panel and surreptitiously surveyed the room.
For some reason, the patient burst into tears. her pretty face became hideous and twisted.
She was completely devastated. Because she'd broken down and lost her composure. But for some reason, Qiao An envied her. She could cry freely and vent the pain in her heart.
On the other hand, she remembered her own humiliation. She didn't dare cry or make a fuss. She even tried her best to pretend that she was very strong.
Li Xiaoran walked to the window and reached out his hand. He said gently, "Come down. Let's talk slowly."
The female patient threw herself into his arms, crying her eyes out.
