Stabbed In The Chest

In the lounge.

Feng Ze had been supporting his forehead with one hand. Since he saved Su Bei last night, he had been maintaining this position except when he went to buy milk for her.

At this moment, the sky was bright and clear. Sunlight pierced through the white clouds, illuminating the land.

But where Feng Ze was, there was a dark cloud that separated him from the rest of the world.

"Lu Heting is taking Su Bei to the consultation room for the results of the examination. Should I get my brother to go along?" Feng Feifei was a little uncertain now.

"Why don't we just let him rest? He's too tired," Lin Yu said in a low voice.

Feng Feifei sighed. "My brother isn't too tired. He's just too heartbroken."