Lu Rayansh drove the car swiftly through the streets, his knuckles tightening on the wheel as he focused on reaching the hospital. When they arrived, he was quick to help Anya out of the car, his movements careful and deliberate.
Anya winced as Lu lifted her, her protest soft as she insisted, "I can walk." But he paid no heed and carried her into the hospital.
As they moved through the hospital corridors, Anya stole a glance at Lu's face, the proximity allowing her to study his features for the first time. She had anticipated concern etched on his face, a reflection of his worry for her. However, to her disappointment, Lu's expression remained impassive, a mask of neutrality. Since coming out of the hospital, he had kept an indifferent face, leaving Su Anya unsettled. She had hoped for concern, for reassurance, but instead, she found herself enveloped in his cold vibes.
A female doctor attended to Anya's injuries, assessing her sprained ankle.
