Abiao and Yao Beikun hurriedly ran into the ward from outside.
All they saw was the blood on Xiao Ye's forehead, ferociously streaming down his face.
In the stiff and suffocating ward.
Xiao Ye looked at Yao Beidi.
Yao Beidi looked at Xiao Ye.
Abiao and Yao Beikun looked at the two of them, everyone remaining silent.
The entire space suddenly became very still, as if at that moment, the only movement was the blood continuously flowing from Xiao Ye's forehead.
"Get out," Yao Beidi spat out a single word.
Slowly, very clearly.
Xiao Ye looked at Yao Beidi, seeing how weak she was, yet still exuding endless hatred when facing him.
She hated him.
It was so obvious it couldn't be more unconcealed.
He had always known.
Known how much she hated him.
Yet still, he wanted to be close.
He fell silent for a long time, "You should rest well, I'll come to take you home from the hospital tomorrow."
