Shen Weiyi pulled out her phone to call Jiang Zhiyi, but it rang for a long time with no answer.
She was terribly anxious but had no idea where to look for him.
Just as she was at a loss, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on the steps to the side.
The person sat there all alone, radiating loneliness.
Seeing him, Shen Weiyi's heart that was suspended in her chest "thudded—" and settled.
She then walked up and said, "Who allowed you to come out? Don't you realize you're a patient right now?"
Jiang Zhiyi lifted his eyes and looked at her, saying, "I'm fine."
His eyes were then a dull gray, and his aura was downcast.
"Who said you were fine? Do you even know that you just passed out?" Did he even know that scaring people could scare someone to death?
Jiang Zhiyi pursed his lips and after a long moment, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I don't like the infirmary."
Shen Weiyi felt as though something had gripped her heart.
