"Pei Chengyi, how is Huanhuan?" Upon learning that Xu Huan had nearly burned to death, Xu Jiahe ignored the objections of his doctors and Xu Jiaming, insisting on coming to see her.
He was deathly pale, his forehead wrapped in gauze, his steps unsteady.
Pei Chengyi did not even acknowledge Xu Jiahe; his eyes remained fixed on the emergency room door, not looking away for a single second. His jaw was clenched, his gaze cold and focused, as if nothing in the world could shake his resolve.
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