Despite not having spoken much with him these days, at this moment, Yan Xixi truly felt contented—even felt she could confidently return to Boston.
She woke up right on time for her morning flight.
Wan Donglin was still asleep, and she didn't wake him up. She lightly pressed her lips to his, almost whispering: "Brother Donglin, I'll come back to see you in a few days, you must get well soon... Only if you're well will I and the Empress Dowager feel at ease… Brother Donglin, you have to become more amazing than before…"
One foot stepped out, but she couldn't bear it, couldn't move, truly didn't want to leave.
She turned back again, kissed him once more, and with reluctance, she resolutely left.
As the car drove away from the hospital, she suddenly felt her eyelid twitching.
Even Lin Zhiyun beside her noticed it and said seriously, "Miss Yan, you don't look well…"
She covered her right eye, forcing a smile: "I don't know why, but suddenly I feel empty inside."
