Song Tian Mo strode in.
He pushed open the door to the inner room immediately.
When he could clearly see the condition inside the patient room, his handsome face darkened, his eyes slightly dimmed.
Ling Fei wasn't lying in bed.
Nor was she on an IV drip.
Apparently, the drip had already finished.
She was standing in front of the window, her eyes red, evident tear stains still visible on her cheeks.
Chu Luo was standing in front of her.
His face was tender, his hands holding her shoulders softly coaxing her, as Ling Fei wiped her tears and struggled. It seemed that she did not want Chu Luo to touch her, but Chu Luo held on passionately.
Hearing the door open, both of them looked towards the door at the same time. Once they saw it was Song Tian Mo, Chu Luo stiffened, and his hands that were holding Ling Fei's shoulders were finally released.
Ling Fei bit her lip and quickly looked out the window. She even quickly rubbed her face before turning her head back.