Jing Min had just finished a video conference in his room. After it ended, he subconsciously glanced at his watch.

A long time has passed.

He was worried about why the person hadn't returned yet, so he strolled over to the window.

From here, you can overlook the hospital garden downstairs, where Chu Wuyang stands quietly, motionless.

There seemed to be a young woman beside her, but the dense branches of the trees obscured the woman's face, making it impossible to see clearly.

At this moment, the wind gradually picked up, causing the branches of the trees in the garden to sway incessantly.

Jing Min frowned slightly, worried that Chu Wuyang, who was just recovering from a serious illness, would catch a cold if she stood in the wind for too long.

He picked up the phone, dialed the number, and instructed the caregiver on the other end:

"The wind is getting stronger, let's go check on her."

"If there's nothing else, hurry upstairs."

His gaze never left Chu Wuyang downstairs.

After finishing the phone call, the caregiver hurried over to Chu Wuyang.

Chu Wuyang stood in the center of the garden, her figure appearing frail.

Wearing a loose hospital gown, the fabric fluttered gently in the breeze, highlighting her frail appearance.

Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her eyes revealed a complex emotion, a mixture of confusion and a barely perceptible resistance.

The young woman beside him was wearing a stylish floral dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders. She had a pretty face, but at this moment she looked anxious and determined.

After the caregiver arrived at Chu Wuyang's side, she spoke anxiously while gesturing with her hand to guide Chu Wuyang to follow her.

Upstairs, Jing Min clearly saw Chu Wuyang's lips move, as if expressing her reluctance.

She instinctively shrank back, but didn't move her feet.

When the young woman saw the caregiver arrive, she became agitated and suddenly reached out to grab Chu Wuyang's arm tightly.

Jing Min, watching this scene from upstairs, narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the scene below.

The young woman seemed to be speaking anxiously. As she moved, Jingmin could clearly see her face.

It seems somewhat familiar, but upon closer inspection, I can't recall it.

The young woman continued to look at Chu Wuyang, her eyes filled with eagerness and anticipation.

Chu Wuyang sighed softly, then said a few words to the young woman.

After a moment,

The young woman's face showed hesitation and reluctance, but in the end she slowly let go of Chu Wuyang's arm.

Seeing this, the caregiver quickly stepped forward to support Chu Wuyang and led her slowly back.

Chu Wuyang slowly walked into the ward, and Jing Min immediately noticed that something was wrong with her.

Her face was even paler than before she came downstairs. Her face, which was already weak due to illness, now seemed to be covered by a layer of frost, completely devoid of color.

His expression was utterly indifferent; the faint smile that had graced his face when he came downstairs had vanished without a trace.

Instead, it possesses an elusive and inscrutable aura.

Jingmin's heart skipped a beat.

Trying to break the oppressive atmosphere with a lighthearted tone, he joked:

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy because you can't stay downstairs?"

He had a natural smile on his face.

Chu Wuyang ignored his words and went straight to the bedside to sit down.

She stared blankly ahead, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.

Jing Min frowned slightly and explained:

"The wind is strong and you're still sick. If you catch a cold, you'll suffer even more."

"Once the report comes back and there's nothing seriously wrong, we'll go home,"

"You don't want to stay here overnight, do you?"

As he spoke, he naturally walked to Chu Wuyang's side, a gentle smile on his face, trying to ease her emotions in this way.

Chu Wuyang suddenly turned her head and glared at him fiercely, her eyes filled with anger and resentment.

There seemed to be a hint of hatred that even he himself was unaware of.

This hatred was so deeply hidden that it would have been almost impossible to detect if Jing Min hadn't been extremely familiar with her.

In that instant, Jingmin felt a sharp pain in his heart.

But he still tried to remain calm, and the smile on his face froze slightly.

Jing Min was filled with doubt. He turned his gaze to the caregiver behind Chu Wuyang and asked with his eyes what had happened.

The caregiver shook his head helplessly, indicating that he was also unaware of the situation.

Jingmin felt a surge of irritation and impatiently waved his hand, signaling the caregiver to leave.

The ward fell silent, leaving only the two of them. Jing Min took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Then, he cautiously approached Chu Wuyang, gently reaching out his hand, wanting to hold her hand to offer her some comfort, or perhaps to comfort himself.

However, Chu Wuyang reacted as if she had been electrocuted, and flung his hand away without hesitation.

Jing Min was stunned for a moment.

He could sense Chu Wuyang's resistance towards him, but he still patiently asked again in a soft voice:

"What's wrong? You were fine just now?"

His eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, and his voice became even gentler.

Chu Wuyang stared coldly at Jing Min, the hatred that had been hidden in her eyes now overflowing uncontrollably.

She smiled slightly, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and said, "Jingmin, I never realized you were such a good actor."

"You can switch between gentleness and violence so freely."

Jing Min paused noticeably upon hearing her words.

He frowned, took a step forward, and moved closer to Chu Wuyang.

"What's wrong? Did someone say something to you?"

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards the door.

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