Jin Jumo's frown deepened, staring at Rong Mochen for a while, suddenly seemed to understand something, her eyes flickered slightly, took a breath, and looked at Jian Liangtong, "I'm heading back, will you be okay alone?"
"Mm." Jian Liangtong nodded.
"…Call me if anything happens." Jin Jumo advised, still worried.
A slight curve formed at the corner of Jian Liangtong's mouth, "Okay."
Jin Jumo frowned, reaching out to touch her pale, cool face, "Then I'm off."
Jian Liangtong slightly closed her eyes, rubbing her face against her soft palm, "Mm."
Looking at Jian Liangtong like this, Jin Jumo's mood grew heavier.
After Jin Jumo and Rong Mochen left the ward, Jian Liangtong pulled out the IV needle from the back of her hand, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and took the clothes from the bedside table to the bathroom.
After changing and coming out of the bathroom, Jian Liangtong didn't glance back at the ward, instead walking straight out.
