Qiao Zhiyi was somewhat excited.
On her way back to the hospital, her hands were trembling uncontrollably.
Tonight, she should be able to get the answer, right?
She had never felt time drag on so slowly, she had called Shi Jingzhou, and Shi Jingzhou said he would come to pick her up.
At the end of the workday, she asked An Yun'er once again if she had arranged the meeting.
"Of course."
With that answer, Qiao Zhiyi's breathing became tense.
After work, she walked out of the hospital and saw Shi Jingzhou standing by the car, no longer wearing a mask.
That face still drew the sideways glances of passersby, but the hospital colleagues were already used to it.
When they knew that this man, whose face was disfigured, was Qiao Zhiyi's husband, they were surprised, but they soon accepted it.
Being able to marry and maintain such a long relationship must mean there were feelings involved.
This was true love.