Jiang Xingye walked with a light, fluid stride, drawing side-glances from passersby. He was strikingly handsome, yet his expression was blank. His peach-blossom eyes held no warmth; instead, they were cold, indifferent, and fierce. No one dared to utter a word about his disheveled appearance.
Watching Xu Qinghuan and her companion enter the hospital, Jiang Xingye continued walking without pause toward a narrow alley. A middle-aged woman came rushing toward him, nearly colliding with him head-on. He frowned, stopping in time and stepping aside. The woman sprawled against the wall; when she turned her head and saw him, she let out a disbelieving cry of "Xiaoye," her eyes filled with shock, caution, and fear.
But Jiang Xingye had already walked away.
Chapter 47