In the evening, after leaving Huayang Hospital, Lin Zifeng quietly walked alone on the street.
His mind kept replaying the things Zhang Mengjie said to him at the hospital earlier, and he didn't know how to interpret her words.
With no choice, he could only quietly go out alone to get some fresh air.
So many things happened in just one day, it really was quite exhausting.
The street was empty, and the cold wind kept biting into his body.
He wandered until late at night before dragging his weary body back home.
It was probably past twelve at night.
The villa was still brightly lit; Lin Zifeng had walked back and forth on this road leading to the villa countless times.
Tonight, after all that Zhang Mengjie had done for him, he found himself feeling a bit guilty.
Sigh, thinking too much only harms brain cells.
Lin Zifeng sighed skywards.
After entering the villa.
Nangong Bing had already gone to bed before the two of them.
