"You're neurotic!" Ao Xue switched off the tap fiercely and looked up at Ding Yiyi behind her fiercely. The water in winter was so cold that it could be piercing. Her face turned red slightly with extreme anger.

The phone rang abruptly. It was from Ding Dacheng, who was discharged from hospital today, but needed his daughter's signature. Put down the phone, Ding Yiyi took a deep look at Ao Xue, and then turned to leave.

Until the footsteps were far away, Ao Xue staggered a few steps backwards, unable to stand against the toilet door panel behind her, her hands touched her flat stomach, and then gradually tightened, things...