When Wei Chengfeng arrived at the hospital, Qiao Ling was already awake, with a circle of white gauze wrapped around her delicate wrist, her face pale and devoid of any color, looking pitiably enchanting.
When she saw Wei Chengfeng, her expression changed slightly, but she ultimately turned her face away.
Even if it was the person she most wanted to see, meeting him at this moment brought nothing but embarrassment.
Wei Chengfeng nodded at Father Qiao, who didn't give him a pleasant look either, merely letting out a light snort before leaving the ward.
Wei Chengfeng didn't mind this, he walked to the bedside and said, "Why are you so unwilling to think things through?"
"Was it my dad who called you?"
"Yeah."
Qiao Ling finally turned her head over, looking at him with slightly reddened eyes, "Thank you for coming to see me."
Wei Chengfeng pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears, "You've always been strong, why put yourself through this?"
