Ning Qiluo turned around when she heard someone call her name.

He was a man in a suit and tie, wearing a mask and sunglasses, carrying a small cake. She didn't recognize him.

Jiang Zhaoying knew she hadn't recognized him, so he walked over, pulled down his mask to show her, and then took off his sunglasses: "It's me, Jiang Zhaoying."

"Jiang Zhaoying?" Her voice was very nasal.

Jiang Zhaoying responded, "Yes, it's me." She then put her sunglasses and mask back on and asked, "What are you doing at the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital? When did you arrive?"

Ning Qiluo's reaction was somewhat slow.

At first, I didn't recognize Jiang Zhaoying in her business attire. After I did, I stood there stunned for a moment without reacting.

It wasn't until Jiang Zhaoying raised her hand and lightly flicked her forehead with her fingertip that she said, "Did you go begging for food? Look at the state you've come in."

She snapped out of her daze, tilted her head slightly, and gave him a silly smile.

This really amused Jiang Zhaoying, who chuckled and said, "What are you laughing at, like a little fool?"

Ning Qiluo still had a smile on her face.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, the smile vanished, and her voice was thick with a nasal tone: "Jiang Zhaoying, do you know how happy I was to see an acquaintance here? This is the first time I've ever done something so stupid, but I can only blame myself. I insisted on coming, and now I've made myself look so pathetic, sob... sob..."

She started crying as she spoke.

Jiang Zhaoying was at a loss, unsure whether to comfort her, coax her, or help her stop crying.

He couldn't comfort her because he didn't know why she was crying, so he could only use his suit sleeve to wipe her tears.

After wiping for a while, Jiang Zhaoying's sleeves were soaked.

He was completely baffled, his brow furrowed deeply, and asked in bewilderment, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying so hard?"

It would have been better if she hadn't asked; once she did, Ning Qiluo cried even harder.

He was sobbing, and his shoulders were heaving.

Jiang Zhaoying felt like she was caught in the middle, neither side truly cared for.

In particular, passersby frequently cast glances their way: "Don't cry, don't cry. There are people coming and going here. People who don't know better might think I did something to you. Stop crying, be good, don't cry."

When I was trying to comfort her, I unconsciously softened my tone and spoke very gently, afraid that if I spoke too harshly, she would cry again.

He coaxed her, and even used his body to shield her from the stares of those people.

This time, however, someone actually took a picture.

Someone has already recognized Ning Qiluo. As for the man next to Ning Qiluo, could it be Jiang Zhaoying?

Seeing that a number of people were heading this way to find out what was going on, Jiang Zhaoying knew she was in trouble. She grabbed Ning Qiluo and ran, saying, "Stop making a fuss, come with me."

Ning Qiluo was crying in a daze, and she didn't struggle when Jiang Zhaoying dragged her away, following him all the way.

Having shaken off those who wanted to find out more, Jiang Zhaoying took Ning Qiluo to the VIP ward on the rooftop.

"Don't cry, it hurts me to see you cry." Jiang Zhaoying comforted her, noticing that her pretty little eyes were a bit swollen.

If you keep crying, you'll turn into a little walnut!

In addition, she cried silently, and Jiang Zhaoying couldn't bear to see her cry like that.

Ning Qiluo sobbed silently, her eyes red like a little rabbit's. With her head down, she noticed the small cake in Jiang Zhaoying's hand and asked through a sob, "Is it your birthday today?"

Jiang Zhaoying looked down at the cake in her hand and said, "Oh, it's not my birthday."