"Since that's the case, I'll head back." Yang Junming said, and without further delay, he left.
Inside Han Xue's room, she leaned slantingly against the bed, her silver hair quietly draped down both sides, wrinkles lined her face, which looked old and haggard, nowhere reminiscent of Jiang City's top beauty.
Suddenly, the phone beside her rang abruptly.
After picking up, Han Xue asked, "What's up?"
On the other end was Lin Qingmeng, who was well aware of Han Xue's illness; she understood what this meant for a woman, so every day she took the time to contact Shen Hanxue, chat with her, hoping she would actively cooperate with the treatment.
"I have fewer things to deal with today, should be back soon. Is there anything you want to eat? I can buy it for you," Lin Qingmeng said.
"No, you eat by yourself, you know, I don't want to see anyone." Han Xue's voice was faint, her refusal was clear even though the other person was her best friend, she still wasn't willing to meet.
