Gong Shirao felt like a thief caught red-handed, unable to escape. She wanted to withdraw her hand, only to realize that the one holding her wrist was none other than Zhan Nanjue, who had awoken from his coma.
"You..." Zhan Nanjue's pupils suddenly constricted upon seeing Gong Shirao, "It's you..."
"Let go." Gong Shirao's wrist was still held by him.
He seemed oblivious, instead pulling her even tighter, "Gong Shirao, I..."
"I told you to let go!" Gong Shirao forcefully freed herself from him.
Only then did Zhan Nanjue realize he was holding her wrist and instinctively let go, "I'm sorry, I... it wasn't intentional..."
Gong Shirao suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing she had been overly emotional just now, "I'm the one who should apologize, sorry. You're the patient, and I ended up scaring you."
"No, I'm the one who should apologize. I... was too abrupt."
