When Gu Yang came out of the washroom, she found Feng Jue waiting just outside.
She glanced at him and walked past, heading out of the hospital. The rain had stopped, but the ground was still slick with water.
The uneven cement outside the hospital had puddles, and Gu Yang deliberately stepped in them as she walked. Feng Jue followed closely behind.
"Sister, don't listen to Shen Qin."
Gu Yang continued splashing through the water, the sound soothing her mood, but she didn't look back. "What if she's right?"
"She's not." Feng Jue's voice was firm, almost defiant.
Gu Yang paused and turned to face him. This beautiful young man, a head taller than her, stood there, his dark eyes reflecting the distant lights.
Feng Jue stopped as well, standing in front of her, unwavering.
Gu Yang gently touched his fair face, gazing at him quietly. "Feng Jue, if I wasn't Wuyang, would you still like me?"