Jiao Yang, Jiao Yang, what am I supposed to do with you?
She already had Leng Zimo; she couldn't provoke Jiao Yang any further.
"I'm sorry."
She whispered in her heart and, gritting her teeth, made up her mind to keep her distance from Jiao Yang as much as possible in the future.
Because she knew very well that getting any closer to him would only hurt him more.
Thus, over the next few days, Luo Xiaoqian didn't visit the hospital. Every day, she would only call Shen Yizhou to check on Jiao Yang's condition.
Three days later, when she made another call, Shen Yizhou told her that Jiao Yang had been discharged.
"He was so badly injured; how could he be discharged after just three days?"
"Because he had a jacket on, the scald, although extensive, isn't actually that severe. He'll recover as long as he persists in changing his dressing once a day. He should be fully healed within a week, so there's no need to stay in the hospital," Shen Yizhou explained.
