"Fine, I won't speculate," Youxue sneered, "Then you tell me, what exactly did you and Shiheng discuss today!"
Bian Yue's expression gradually became colder as she walked up to Shen Jinci, her gaze icy as she stared at Youxue, "I know Li Sihe's life and death are uncertain, and that you are distressed, but you have no right to question Shen Jinci here."
Shen Jinci didn't take Youxue's accusations to heart at all. To him, her presence was insignificant.
But Bian Yue's protective stance was too moving.
Shen Jinci looked at her slender and delicate silhouette, his heart tugged in a complex, indescribable way.
Youxue was first slightly indignant, but then, seeing Bian Yue's firm stance, she bit her lip and said no more.
Inside the hospital room, the atmosphere fell silent once again.
Until Li Sihe on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, finally breaking the stalemate.
