Yan Xiaye forced a smile and stood up, facing the crossroads of corridors, "Sorry, can you take me back to the ward? I'd like to be alone for a while."
The nurse's expression of regret remained impeccable, "Of course, please follow me."
Back in the ward, Yan Xiaye moved the sofa to the window herself, sitting there and gazing at the unpredictable clouds in the sky.
She knew the success rate of the matching test was low, but she had always been unwilling to admit it.
However, now that the results were in, she had to see her mother again, at least to prove that she had tried.
As she was lost in her own world, someone suddenly kicked the door open with a bang from behind.
Yan Xiaye jumped in shock and instinctively turned her head toward the loud noise, to be faced with Li Beicheng's furious and crazed expression, and his bloodshot eyes.
"What are you do..."