December, the coldest time of the year.
Gu Yingyue lay on the hospital bed, gratefully looking at Bai Xiao, "Thank you for saving me."
"It was my people who made a mistake and hurt you." Bai Xiao looked at the pale and haggard Gu Yingyue with some sympathy, "Your hand will heal."
"Mhm." Gu Yingyue didn't care much about her hand injury; she was only concerned about Ling Mohan. "Bai Xiao, if you have anything else to ask, go ahead!"
Bai Xiao sighed and said, "Not for now, you rest up and heal. I'll come see you another day."
"Bai Xiao." Gu Yingyue called out to her, tears welling up in her eyes.
Bai Xiao felt discomfort in her heart and softly asked, "Is there something else?"
"No, I just hope I can see you again." Gu Yingyue said.
"You will." Bai Xiao smiled, waved her hand, and left the hospital.
Fu Xue followed her, holding back for a long time before she said, "Young Madam, I'm sorry, I made a mistake."
