He strode quickly through the living room, approached the staircase, and made his way to the second floor, glancing back three times with each step, praying incessantly that Jiang Yuzhu would be alright.
Pei Jingchuan stood in front of the bedroom door and gently knocked, his voice filled with tenderness, "Yuzhu, it's me, I'm back."
The silence in the room was broken by his voice, and a wave of inexplicable emotion surged in Jiang Yuzhu's heart.
Hearing Pei Jingchuan's tender voice, the frost in her heart seemed to begin melting.
She stood up from the bedside, her steps hesitant, but driven by the expectation in her heart, she moved towards the door.
Her hand lightly resting on the doorknob, she took a deep breath, and Jiang Yuzhu slowly opened the door.
As the door gap gradually widened, her figure appeared in Pei Jingchuan's line of sight.
Her eyes flickered, revealing a complex mix of emotions, but overwhelmingly, they showed her reliance on Pei Jingchuan.