The hospital has always been the birthplace of numerous urban legends in Jianghai.
Little Yunduo was so frightened her hair stood on end, and she immediately shielded Yan Xiaye behind her. Her tense and timid appearance was truly touching.
"Shh—"
Yan Xiaye's heart softened. She raised her hand, placed a finger to her lips, and gestured for Little Yunduo to be silent. Then, she stealthily headed toward the direction of the crying sounds.
Yan Xiaye herself was a staunch atheist. She firmly believed the person hiding and sobbing would likely be a family member of a patient. It was actually a good opportunity to let Little Yunduo witness the so-called "urban legend" firsthand so that it wouldn't leave a shadow in her young heart.
Beside her, Little Yunduo hesitated and held her hand, jogging ahead to keep a step ahead of her while quietly crouching at the corner to peek.
At the turn of the hallway, the helpless sobbing became even clearer.
