When Huo Changfeng walked out of the hospital room, he lowered his gaze slightly, casting Lu Zetao’s ugly, pitiful appearance out of his mind.
The metal handle of the door he had just pushed open still retained body heat, but the moment Huo Changfeng turned around, his pupils suddenly constricted.
At the end of the corridor, Mu Qingxuan’s pale face was pressed against the grayish-blue wall, her slender fingers digging desperately into the edge, her frail shoulders heaving violently.
Chapter 84