What others saw was this scene: the Dean of the city hospital led the way in front, followed by a group of doctors and nurses, and in the middle walked a tall man, carrying a woman whose face was obscured.
The man wore sunglasses, hiding his face, but from his silhouette, he was extremely handsome. The woman's head was buried in the man's chest, but from her waterfall-like long hair, one could imagine her beauty.
Seeing both of them in good condition, without any trace of blood, it was impossible to tell who was injured.
Could it be that the woman had severe internal injuries?
Otherwise, why would there be such a large entourage?
Tong Yan, in order to avoid embarrassment, nestled her face in Bo Yimo's embrace, imagining the confusion in the eyes of those around them.
It was late spring, early summer, and Bo Yimo wore a thin shirt, his body slightly cool. Leaning against him dispelled her inner irritation, feeling especially comfortable.
