From childhood to adulthood, Yan Shuirou had never been this disheveled—and it just had to happen in front of Yan Xiaye!
Falling to the floor with an expression full of resentment, she clutched her backpack tightly and slowly sat up. Pain surged through her body, not sparing even the heart she had replaced years ago.
Her drooping hair shielded most of her face. Gritting her teeth and silent, she didn't just appear miserable; she was downright pitiful.
This pathetic sight quickly drew the attention of passersby in the hospital, who stopped to watch.
Among them, two sharp-eyed men immediately fixed their gaze on Yan Shuirou's alluring profile, feeling a stirring deep within as they hesitated over whether to play the hero and rescue the beauty.
Meanwhile, some women whispered brazenly, discussing what kind of entanglement might exist between the three striking women before them.
