Huo Jingting sensed something amiss over the phone and asked tensely, "Where are you?"
"The hospital," Gu Nanqiao answered truthfully, just about to explain when he cut in urgently, "Why are you at the hospital? Are you sick?"
"No, it's not me," she hurriedly denied. "It's someone else. Secretary Song and I happened to be walking near the overpass when we saw her faint, so we brought her here."
Only then did Huo Jingting breathe a sigh of relief, but he was still not entirely at ease, "It's so late now. If there's nothing serious with that person, you should head back to the hotel quickly. A hospital is not a good place to stay for too long."
Listening to his concerned instructions, she felt a warm current seep into her heart. "I know."
Gu Nanqiao walked to the window with her phone, gazing out at the melting night. She couldn't help but want to confess to him, "Huo Jingting, the person who fainted just now..."
