Qi Feng couldn’t refuse her and followed with a gloomy face.
In the hospital, the familiar white color and the cold medicinal smell haunted her dreams.
For half of her life as Situ Ru Feng, she had spent time in hospitals. She pretended to be strong and happy, but her fear of death and pain never faded. If possible, she would avoid such places.
Now, she was here.
From a distance, she saw her father pacing anxiously by the door. Her big brother was aggressively confronting Ning Yuan, shouting, “If anything happens to Sui Feng, you’ll accompany her in death!” After releasing him, Ning Yuan crouched down while his mother rushed over, crying, “Yuan, are you okay?” Ning Yuan remained silent.
Situ Jin looked over, closing his eyes slightly. Qi Feng held Ru Feng’s trembling body and called Situ Jin.
“Hello!” Situ Jin answered, sounding tired.
“Is she dead?”
Situ Jin paused, surprised by Qi Feng’s concern. He sighed, “Wrist-cutting suicide, still being rescued, but it’s very dangerous.”
“Suicide? A foolish woman,” Qi Feng replied disdainfully. “Why?”
“Ning Yuan says nothing. We’ll find out when Sui Feng wakes up.”
“Good!” Qi Feng hung up, picked up Ru Feng, and walked out. “She wants to die; we don’t need to care.”
“Second Brother?”
