Walking out of the hospital, Mu Qian had not let go of Wen Jiaren's hand the entire way.
No matter how hard she tried, Wen Jiaren couldn't pull her hand free; it only made her hand ache terribly. So, she simply let it be. Not far from the hospital was a McDonald's, just a few hundred meters away.
This stretch of road was bustling with activity, and it was currently mealtime. The highway was filled with a stream of vehicles, while the streets were crowded with people coming and going.
Wen Jiaren, with her short, refreshing, and pretty hair, and a face with delicate features like a painting, carried a slim and graceful figure. She wore a pair of short boots and light-colored tight jeans, her beautiful legs both long and straight. Dressed in a light-colored coat, her demeanor was bright and casual with an air of effortless elegance in every move she made.
