Feng Qiyue looked at Lancelot, who had just left, and then looked at Luo Ying, who was lying on the bed. His usually gentle and refined expression couldn't help but sink into deep thought.
Could that foreigner be Luo Ying's friend?
But, if it's a friend, why did that foreigner say he went to the wrong ward?
Lancelot came out of the ward and went downstairs.
As soon as he walked out of the hospital building and looked up at the not-so-blue sky, Lancelot felt a little relieved, but at the same time, his mood became heavier.
After so many years, he finally had a chance to explain to Luo Ying that he would never return after leaving that year.
However, Luo Ying was lying on the hospital bed motionlessly. Even though Feng Qiyue was taking care of her and seemed to be very attentive, he still couldn't rest assured.
Lancelot was absent-minded as he walked towards the hospital entrance.