"Jing Hao!" Xie Qinghuan's heart tightened, she hurried forward to support him.
His body wasn't well to begin with, having forced himself to leave the hospital upon hearing news of Qiao Mo. He couldn't possibly withstand such a punch at this moment.
Yan Jiu, however, couldn't care less whether he lived or died, his peach blossom eyes full of malice as he said softly, "Jiang Jinghao, Qiao Mo was never yours. Something that can be taken away was never yours to begin with!"
Jiang Jinghao was slightly taken aback, staring at him absent-mindedly.
Xie Qinghuan also lifted her eyes to glance at him, meeting those deep, malicious eyes. Her heart tightened, and she silently helped Jiang Jinghao up without saying a word.
After a bout of clamor, the hallway returned to silence. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the door of the intensive care unit.
The glass window and door that were originally there had been covered with curtains, leaving no way to see what was happening inside.
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