In the depths of the heart, it was as if a voice was calling.
A sound of footsteps approached, echoing in the silent corridor, distinctly clear and melodious in the quiet of night.
At the sight of the familiar figure at the emergency room door, Feng Jinglei's steps froze.
Qin Feimo? Why would he be here?
A hint of surprise flashed across Feng Jinglei's face, but then she recalled the person lying in the emergency room, and suddenly understood.
To him, Ma Pianpian and Ma Qianqian must be equally important.
But his news travels fast; he actually found out about Ma Pianpian's car accident so quickly.
Glimpsing the anxiety and bewilderment on the man's face, Feng Jinglei's heart throbbed faintly.
She should have realized long ago, with a face identical to Ma Qianqian, to him, Ma Pianpian could just as well be Ma Qianqian.
Stunned, Feng Jinglei did not move forward, yet she was somewhat worried for Ma Pianpian still undergoing emergency treatment inside.
