Chapter 4: Unable to Take In

  Crack, the crisp sound of a branch being trampled broke the tranquility of the morning, and the butterfly perched on Beigong Ruocheng's hand also vanished into thin air in an instant.

  She cast a sideways glance at Anno's still pale face, but Bei Gong Rou Jing didn't say a word and turned to leave.

  "Wait a minute, miss." The name she didn't dare to call out loud, Anno saw Beigong Ruocheng about to leave and hastily called out to stop her, her words filled with an urgency that was hard to conceal.

  She halted her footsteps, Beigong Rouyan slightly tilted her head, waiting for Anuo Yin's next words.

  Anno suddenly knelt down.

  "Adult, I..." The request had not yet been spoken when it was coldly interrupted by Beigong Ruochi.

  "After you're healed, you'll leave. I can't afford to keep you here." No matter what Anno's request was, Beigong Ruocheng had no intention of getting involved, Anno's rare ability made her a troublemaker who couldn't be provoked.

  "You're too heartless!" Mo Xiang Wan, who rarely woke up early, happened to witness this scene and felt a bit indignant for Anuo Yin. This Ruo Ruo was also too ruthless, couldn't she have a better attitude towards patients?

  Quickly walking forward to help Anno up, looking at her with concern, really, with such a serious injury, not resting properly and running around everywhere.

  Anno's gaze still lingered on Beiyuan Ruocheng, his eyes filled with unwillingness. Mo Xiangwan glared at her good friend before softly comforting the patient: "Don't worry, if Ruo doesn't take you in, I will. You can rest assured, I'll take good care of you."

  "No need, I don't want to drag you down." Anno gently pushed away Mo Xiang Wan's kind intentions and turned towards the villa, her swaying figure truly pitiful.

  "Yao Yao, I'm telling you..." was just about to start lecturing Beigong Yaoning, but found that Beigong Yaoning had already walked far away during her meditation, out of sight.

  As soon as she returned to her room, Anno collapsed against the wall and sat on the ground, her eyes filled with sorrow. That person was her only hope, her last straw, but she had refused her.

  Gasping heavily, drenched in sweat, head leaning against the wall, Anno struggled to open her eyes, her vision somewhat blurry. By the window, someone seemed to be standing, slowly walking towards her. Was it the Grim Reaper? Had her life finally reached its end? She hadn't expected to escape last night only to succumb to death's fate today.