Tang Yue pressed her lips together. She had heard Si Yu mention it before. She lowered her gaze and said, "Maybe this is fate."
If Wu Xinming hadn't been involved, perhaps this matter would have had nothing to do with him, and he wouldn't have gotten hurt because of it.
He wanted to snatch her away from the other party to repeat what he couldn't accomplish last time, truly so heartless.
For someone like him, she felt no sympathy when things went wrong.
Tang Yue listened, and her heart was unfazed. The events of the past had long vanished like smoke, and she no longer wanted to remember them.
The future is what's most important, cherishing the present is what matters.
On the third day after Lian He was injured, once it was confirmed his body could be transferred to Jing City, their group was already ready for the hospital transfer.
Jing City, Hospital.
