"I can't go with you."
Wanting was taken aback, "Why?"
"My parents will kill me!"
The girl looked up, tears streaming down her face. She glanced at Wanting, gritted her teeth, "Didn't you say yourself that you're leaving the hospital anyway? So it doesn't matter how you leave."
Wanting's shoulders were tense, "But I'm leaving under a cloud of disgrace."
It would've been fine not knowing the truth, but now that she did, how could she remain calm? She couldn't control herself, with only one thought in her mind: to take the girl to the dean's office.
Just as she grabbed the girl's hand, a figure suddenly flashed over and pushed her away.
They faced each other, and Wanting was astonished; it was the girl's mother.
