The message was again sent by Second People's Hospital, but this time it wasn't a bill text; it was a blessing message.
Its content was wishing the patient a speedy recovery.
"Pa."
The glass fell from his hand, shattered all over the ground, and the water splashed everywhere.
However, Qing Yi did not react at all. He just stared at the text message for nearly a minute, his face gradually growing pale.
He clenched his grip on the phone tighter and tighter, his fingertips turning red and white.
The next moment, he abruptly stood up from the sofa and ran out like mad...
Jun Moyan carried several bags of food, his steps light yet urgently climbing the stairs.
He reached out to push open the door, but no light came through the crack.
Whenever he returned late, Wen Xiao'ai would habitually leave a light on for him, falling asleep while the light remained on, but tonight...
The room was filled with a chilling coldness.
As the door opened wider, this coldness grew more pronounced.
