"No, I was really in the wrong, and part of it was intentional." Xiang Xiaoxue said, chasing after Xin Huohuo, who was grabbing a rag to clean the floor. Her face was etched with deep apology. "At the time, I was suspicious about Ma Kai's whereabouts and thought he might show up or be staying at that hospital. Even though he was already thin and small, you could still tell from his photos that he was sickly, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Then, I happened to spot the hospital's name and address on a phone screen in one of the photos."
"But it was really blurry," Xin Huohuo cut Xiang Xiaoxue off, giving her a chance to breathe. The way she was rattling on, it was like she was trying to talk herself to death in one breath.
