Yuntian hurried to the hospital, anger bubbling up in his heart.
Does this woman have no regard for herself, even going to the hospital has her ending up as a shooting victim, injured.
Blatantly disregarding what he'd said earlier, she was really testing his patience.
He burst into the ward, full of fury.
The bullet in Tianxing's arm had been removed, she had been given an anesthetic and was now lying on the bed with her eyes tightly closed.
Her little face was pale against the snow-white sheets, looking completely devoid of blood.
Yuntian sat next to the bed, his lips pressed into a stern line.
He reached out and caressed her thin cheek.
Memories of their happy times together emerged in his mind, recalling when she was still a carefree young girl.
Driven by her enthusiasm, she ventured into the entertainment industry, and into his world.
A flicker of internal struggle appeared in his agitated eyes, gradually replaced by a hint of pity.