Song Yueqin had caught her breath, although she verbally expressed the desire to not live. However, when actually faced with death, she didn't have the courage.
Thinking that a person has only one life, she suddenly felt that it was better to cling desperately to life than to give up and die.
It was like a gamble; as long as she was alive, as long as she was still in the game, there was a chance to turn the tables.
An Hao wanted to settle accounts with her, but she didn't want to end things with An Hao yet. Currently at a disadvantage, she thought she would wait until she had the upper hand.
With so many people around, she definitely had no choice but to run.
It was better for her to leave first—where there's life, there's hope.
Just as Song Yueqin turned to leave, she heard the sound of police sirens at the hospital entrance. She stopped in her tracks, her face turning pale instantly.
