His gaze was as if coated in a layer of ice, freezing Xia Yumo in place. "Xia Yumo, this time, it's truly over between us."
He turned and walked away, but after a few steps, he paused with his back to her. "Don't worry, I'll handle things with my mom."
Only when she heard Gu Junhang's footsteps fading further away did Xia Yumo realize that she had no strength left. She silently sat down on the bench and stared blankly.
Lu Moqing was restless in his sleep due to stomach bleeding and woke up after a short while.
The moment he opened his eyes, he instinctively searched for Qiao Xu's figure. The room was dimly lit, but the warm night light allowed Lu Moqing to see everything in the ward.
Qiao Xu had left.
This realization made Lu Moqing's heart suddenly sink, and a familiar pain surged through him.
He sat up in bed leaning against the headboard, and after a long silence, he let out a self-mocking laugh. His voice was hoarse: "Liar."