C787 It Was Uncontrollable!

The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the quiet corridor. An anxious figure walked past a few wards and finally stopped at the door of the ward at the end of the corridor.

The door was half-open, and he could vaguely hear the conversation inside. There was a familiar voice, and it belonged to her.

He raised his hand to push the door open, but when his palm touched the cold door