After a long while, Ling Qingan's face finally revealed a cryptic smile.
Yes!
Perhaps from the day she decided to return to her homeland, her illness had been healing.
She carelessly stuffed all the documents into her bag and looked up at the azure sky outside the window. The bright sunshine was on her, yet she couldn't feel the slightest warmth. She just felt a chill all over her body.
Indeed!
Since she had chosen to live, she should face the future properly.
Suddenly, her lips curved in an almost imperceptible arc, more heartfelt than usual.
Taking her gaze back, she was about to turn around when she collided with a cleaning cart parked beside her without noticing.
She supported herself against the wall with one hand and covered her injured waist with the other, her body slightly bent, her beautiful eyebrows tightly furrowed as dull pain turned her face increasingly pale.
