Chapter 53 Venting



Lu Zhiwei shook her head, on the verge of collapse, as if a huge rock was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe. "I'm not okay. Not at all."

"You can borrow my shoulder anytime." Zhou Yan offered his broad shoulder, his tall frame bending slightly to make it easier for her to reach.

Lu Zhiwei gazed at his gentle, jade-like face as she removed the extremely ugly birthmark.

He truly deserves the description of being as radiant as a clear sky and bright moon.

"Thank you." Lu Zhiwei sniffed and rested her head on the man's shoulder.

During countless days of struggling and fighting abroad, she longed for a strong shoulder and embrace to give her warmth and support.

Shen Jinmo's shoulders were broad, but cold.

The sight of the two people standing close together caused Shen Jinmo, who was standing at the door of the ward next door, to completely lose control.

A flame ignited in his narrow, dark eyes.

The gloomy face resembled an unyielding dark cloud, the air pressure plummeted, and a storm was brewing.

He turned around and went back to Xia Wanying's hospital room.

He, who never smokes in the hospital room, couldn't resist taking out a cigarette case and lighter from his pocket and lighting it.

He took deep drags, as if it were some kind of catharsis.

In the dimly lit ward, his dark face blended into the night, exuding a chilling aura.

Xia Wanying was woken up by him.

The room was filled with pungent smoke. She had never seen her brother Chen in the hospital room, or even smoking in front of her.

The somber aura surrounding him frightened her.

She sat up in bed, walked barefoot to his side, and took his hand: "Brother Chen, why are you smoking? What's wrong?"

Shen Jinmo withdrew his hand, irritably threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out heavily with his leather shoe.

"Tell me. During that thunderstorm and power outage last night, were you wearing the mascot costume I gave you and went to the next room?"

Shen Jinmo's cold expression exuded boundless pressure.

His tone wasn't one of inquiry, but rather a cold interrogation.

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