Sister Hua put down her phone and turned to Ling Chuxia, saying, "Young Madam, the young master will arrive shortly."
Ling Chuxia nodded faintly and said nothing. She lifted her eyes to the window, where the morning light streamed in, illuminating her pale and delicate face.
Sister Hua wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak, merely sighing softly.
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The car arrived at the entrance of the hospital, and Old Zhu got out first, opening the rear door.
Shi Che took long strides as he got out of the car and walked towards the hospital. Xiao Zhao and Old Zhu exchanged a glance and did not follow.
Shi Che walked through the long corridor of the hospital, step by step nearing the ward. That feeling of despair at parting seemed still to ripple in his chest, and however great his reluctance and despair were, they could not outweigh his feelings for Ling Chuxia.
