Finally, Xiao Zimo found her on the lawn behind the hospital.
She was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the starry sky, her emaciated figure looking very forlorn.
For a moment, Xiao Zimo's heart clenched fiercely.
Her silhouette, why did it look so desolate, like the fallen leaves of autumn, devoid of any vitality?
There was a moon-shaped pendant on An Ning's neck, at this moment, she clutched the pendant with one hand, looked up at the moon in the sky, closed her eyes, as if in devout prayer.
Xiao Zimo stood far away from An Ning, she didn't notice him.
So he made a phone call.
"Help me look into someone, I want all her information, the more detailed, the better."
Then he hung up the phone.
Afterwards, he found Zhuo Xiusi and asked Zhuo Xiusi to take good care of An Ning, to find her a caretaker, not to let her be discharged from the hospital until her leg injury had healed, and to have someone watch her at all times, not letting her be alone.
