As Ling Chuxia fell, Xiao Chen reflexively wanted to step forward and catch her; however, just as he moved, the image of Ling Yunshu's face involuntarily flashed through his mind.
Beneath the dim lighting of the hospital corridor, not a soul was in sight—it was late at night, and the patients were asleep in their rooms, while the nurses were in the front consultation hall. Ling Chuxia had fallen here, where her cries for help wouldn't be heard by anyone.
Yun Shu had always hoped that her child would never be born. At this moment, if he didn't go out to help her... then probably, Chuxia's child would be gone.
This was what Yun Shu had hoped for...
With this thought passing through his mind, Xiao Chen's advancing foot seemed to move on its own, retreating back.
