Chapter 2553: Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (71)
She wanted to take the elevator down, but her feet seemed to be stuck with superglue, and she could not move.
The ward in the distance seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted her.
Even though she knew who was staying in the ward and that she should not go, Qiao Ruoxi still walked towards the ward.
The door of the private room was half open. Qiao Ruoxi hid at the door and saw what was inside.
Wen Ke’er lay on the bed with her soft wavy hair on one side. Her beautiful face looked a little pale.
She was on a drip.
Wen Ke’er’s face was facing the door. Feng Yunan was sitting in front of the bed with his back facing the door.
From Qiao Ruoxi’s angle, she could only see Wen Ke’er’s delicate face and not Feng Yunan’s expression.
Qiao Ruoxi only peeked her head out, but Wen Ke’er saw through Feng Yunan and inadvertently noticed Qiao Ruoxi hiding at the door.
The surprise in her eyes disappeared and was replaced by tears.
As a famous actress, it was too easy for her to control her tears.
“What’s wrong, Ke’er?” Feng Yunan asked, at a loss for what to do when he saw that she had suddenly teared up.
Tears continued to flow out of Wen Ke’er’s eyes like pearls of a broken bracelet. “Brother Nan, I might never recover again. Do you think I’ll die?”
“Brother Nan, feed me.”
“Yes.”
How could Feng Yunan be so patient? He fed the apple to Wen Ke’er bit by bit.
Wen Ke’er ate the apple and deliberately threw a smug look at the door.
‘Want to vie with me for him? No way!’
Qiao Ruoxi’s heart was filled with bitterness. She had never thought of snatching anything.
She always believed that what belongs to you will eventually be yours.
She knew that Feng Yunan never belonged to her.
Qiao Ruoxi felt that it was inappropriate for her to hide in the ward and eavesdrop.
Everything reminded her that she was just a third party between Feng Yunan and Wen Ke’er, a stumbling block in their relationship.
She was the one who should never have appeared.
She warned herself not to pry into Feng Yunan’s world again.
‘That world does not belong to you.’
‘Don’t forget that it was just a contract.’
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