When the clock struck six in the evening, Fang Zhou looked toward the doorway, his eyes filled with a deep, heavy sense of loss. It was already this late, and he figured that An Ruoxue was surely not coming today.
The anticipation Fang Zhou had suppressed all day long now transformed into an unconcealable layer of disappointment veiled in his eyes and weighed down in his heart.
Standing beside the bed, Nurse Lin caught that hint of melancholy in Fang Zhou's eyes, and a trace of sympathy inevitably stirred within her. Fang Zhou's deep devotion to An Ruoxue gave Nurse Lin a completely new perspective on love. In the past, she had always felt that the attitudes of modern men and women toward love were fast-paced—they got together when they were happy, and the very next second they would casually say goodbye and break up when they were not.
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