Qiao Leling looked at Su Yang through tearful eyes, trust brimming in her gaze, and finally reached out her hand. "Okay."
Su Yang firmly grasped Qiao Leling's hand, pulling her down from the rooftop, then hugged her tightly, letting her long-hidden emotions burst forth as she trembled and said, "You scared me to death."
"I'm sorry, I worried you."
With her eyes closed, Su Yang calmed her emotions before releasing Qiao Leling. "You're alright; that's good. Come on, let's go get some porridge."
"Aren't you supposed to take me to Shijing to get things cleared up?"
"Let's have porridge first. You're too weak. After replenishing your energy, you'll have the strength to talk."
"Okay."
The medical staff who had arrived at the rooftop let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the crisis averted and followed the two back to the ward.
After another check-up ensured Qiao Leling was okay, the doctor left with peace of mind.
