In the first-class ward of the hospital under the Mu Family, Luo Chenxi was laying quietly in bed.
Her lips were pale and her eyes were tightly shut without a trace of blood on her palm-sized face.
Mu Yichen sat on the side of the bed, wearing the suit that he had worn when he rushed there that afternoon.
His clothes were drenched in water and there were even several areas that caught on fire.
In fact, after all that trouble, his clothes had long but been crumpled up and there were holes everywhere.
In addition to the black soot on his face, he was no different from a vagrant. Furthermore, the medical staff and patients would look at him when they passed by.
However, none of them were able to recognize him as the national husband who appeared on the headlines every day, especially since Young Master Mu rarely faced such a pathetic moment throughout his life.