Luo Qingyuan's expression remained indifferent: "For Duan Ye's sake, I won't make things difficult for your family."

Ye Nuan looked up: "I've saved up a lot of money as a celebrity, please leave that money to my younger brother..."

Luo Qingyuan lowered her head and suddenly smiled: "Okay."

She couldn't quite describe her feelings; seeing Ye Nuan like this, she didn't feel any satisfaction.

If Ye Nuan hadn't done these things...

That's not right either; there are no "what ifs" in this world.

Luo Qingyuan stood up, preparing to leave.

Ye Nuan's lips trembled as she said, "Please pass on a message to him for me..."

Luo Qingyuan stopped in her tracks, her back to Ye Nuan.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"I'm sorry" is the most powerless and ineffective phrase in the world, but Ye Nuan didn't know what else to say.

Luo Qingyuan simply said, "He won't blame you. He knows that you're like this because you're sick, that you can't distinguish right from wrong, and that you were taken advantage of by Jiang Jingwen."

"Ye Nuan, take good care of yourself. Your younger brother is still young. He can't live without his sister."

Ye Nuan's voice trembled violently, the chains still rattling on the ground, and she desperately wanted to go over...

"Will I...will I be able to see him one last time?"

Luo Qingyuan: "..." She didn't say anything.

The door to the ward was closed.

Luo Qingyuan stood there for a while. Just as Cheng Suisui was about to say something, she heard a heart-wrenching cry coming from inside. It was a cry that had been suppressed to the extreme, like the pain of being in extreme pain, or the last struggle and unwillingness of a trapped beast.

For a moment, Cheng Suisui felt uneasy.

Everyone has a heart of flesh and blood; everyone feels compassion.

But Ye Nuan's actions were... too much, frightening, leaving no other choice.

A tear seemed to flash across Luo Qingyuan's eyes. She took a deep breath and smiled at Cheng Suisui: "Let's go, it's time to go back."