"What did you promise her?" he asked again.
Before Qin Yin could speak, Jiang Mei couldn't take it anymore. She stood behind Nan Sichen and said, "She promised me she would never see you again."
Upon hearing this, Nan Sichen laughed, stopped pursuing, and instead turned around, walking towards the ward.
"Alright, this way is fine too." He walked step by step, clutching his chest, pressing harder, causing the wound to split open completely. Blood seeped through the thick bandages, staining the hospital gown, and dripped one drop at a time onto the corridor floor.
It seemed that only by making his physical pain greater could he offset the psychological pain. His hand was still pressing harder.
Jiang Mei's face turned pale with fright. She quickly took two steps and called out, "Young Master Nan."
She hurriedly supported him and helped him into the ward.
