After saying that, she turned and walked away.
"Chuchu, Dad is just hot-headed right now, don't take it to heart," Feng Zichen glanced at Feng Xuanming's retreating figure, then lowered his voice, "Grandpa is asleep, you should go home first, I'll be back by morning at the latest."
"Mhm."
Liangxia nodded gently.
Her head was bowed, not looking at him.
Hesitating for a moment, Feng Zichen patted her shoulder, then walked away supporting Mu Yingying.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Liangxia didn't know how long she stood there, but when she looked up again, her eyes were already blurred with tears.
She raised her hand and fiercely wiped away the tears, glanced at the stairs leading up, took a deep breath to ease some of the overwhelming sorrow, then turned around and walked out of the hospital's main entrance.
...
The rain outside was still pouring down relentlessly.