With that, she fled in a panic.
Wen Ci watched Yu Qing's retreating figure, her brow furrowing slightly. She playfully tapped Huo Jingyuan on the chest and asked in a delicate voice,
"Huo Jingyuan, just how bad is your reputation in the Northwest Military Region? Doctor Yu acts like a mouse who's seen a cat whenever she sees you, keeping her distance."
Huo Jingyuan: "..."
He had a vague recollection of Yu Qing. Before the New Year, he had caught a mole at the military hospital, and Yu Qing had happened to witness it. That must have left a lasting, dark impression on her.
Huo Jingyuan's gaze slowly drifted from Wen Ci's eyes down to her lips. The thought of her performing on stage stirred a possessiveness deep within him.
"Do you have to participate?"
Wen Ci shook her head. "I do."
She didn't want to be in the Military Art performance either, but the head nurse had hinted so strongly that refusing would have been disrespectful.
"Then why did you come back early?"
