"Hurry and come… Mu Jingnan, hurry and come to the hospital."
The voice was choked with sobs, helpless and fragile.
Mu Jingnan's heart sank violently, a rush of bad premonition surging up like crazy.
He gripped his phone tight, speaking in a low voice to comfort her as he turned and bolted out, "Yunshu, don't cry. I'll be there right away!"
The headlights cut through the curtain of rain, speeding toward the hospital.
All the way there, Mu Jingnan's heart felt as if it were being scorched by lava; he wished he could grow wings and fly to her side that very instant.
He regretted it so much—of all the things he shouldn't have done today, he shouldn't have gone off to eat and rest.
If he had stayed at the hospital, she wouldn't be this helpless right now.
The forty-odd-minute drive took only fifteen minutes.
