In just a few days, Yanxi had become much thinner.
He could no longer see, and when he opened his eyes, they looked particularly lifeless.
One leg was still in a cast, while the other was emptily hanging.
Standing outside the hospital room, Xia Yiwan saw Yanxi like this, and a sharp pain spread across her chest.
She hated him, yet she didn't wish to see him end up in this state.
He had always been proud; the exploitation and hurt by the fake Shi Ying must have caused him indelible pain.
But now—
Xia Yiwan raised her hand, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes; she walked to the side and called Mother Yan.
After Mother Yan arrived, Xia Yiwan left the hospital.
Zhou Hengnian was waiting for her at the hospital entrance, and he led her towards the parking lot when she emerged.
On the way back to the Xia family home, Xia Yiwan was unusually silent.
Inside the car, a deathly stillness permeated the air.
