Ling Xiche probably never thought he would do such a thing. A flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes. When he reached out, trying to explain to Xia Yunsheng, Xia Yunsheng retreated several steps and left the sickroom straight away.
Ling Xiche wanted to follow, but was stopped by Han Fei'er, "Che."
He turned back, looked at the dying Han Fei'er, and ultimately chose to stay.
He felt a deep irritation within. There was nothing more suffocating than watching the one he loved drift further and further away from him. But what could he do about it?
After all, she was someone he dared not wish for.
As Xia Yunsheng left the sickroom, the Butler followed, "Miss Xia, Mr. Che was just anxious, don't take it too hard."
"..." Xia Yunsheng, remaining silent, walked ahead, shedding tears with each step.
The Butler kept trying to console her. Xia Yunsheng, with her head down, stopped at the hospital door, "I want to walk alone."
"But you…"
"I'm alright." Was she going to die over this slap?