บท 241: Chapter 243 Wielding the Sword, Cutting Through Thorns, Risking Our Lives!_1

Only Ming Ge was not there.

Sitting in a wheelchair was Yin Ruowei, in a long white dress that reached her ankles, concealing her broken leg, her delicate face painted with light yet exquisite makeup.

She had only left the hospital less than a day ago, only to return to this place once more.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, causing Ruwei's finely shaped eyebrows to furrow slightly, but upon seeing the frail and pale youth lying on the bed, her originally not-so-pleasant mood cleared, as if clouds were being pushed away.

Ruwei's slender hand rested on the armrest of the wheelchair, her beautiful eyes turned with feigned surprise, "Why isn't Sister Ming Ge here?"

Her tone was soft, as if hiding sharp needles within her gentle words, mixed with a touch of indignation, "Her brother has been injured so badly, I heard from the doctor that his hand is crippled, yet Sister Ming Ge hasn't even shown her face..."