Zhan Nanjue heard Gong Shirao's words and suddenly wanted to hold her, but in the end, he only reached out his left hand to gently arrange her strands of hair.
The future is full of uncertainties, but he wants her to be secure.
Gong Shirao was surprised by his sudden action, and for a moment stood there in a daze, feeling the breath from his fingertips, like a blooming rose subtly flourishing near her ear.
Her heart began to pound along with the moment.
For a moment, the whole world fell silent, as if it was muted.
Until—
Bang—
Something fell to the ground.
Gong Shirao woke from her daydream, looked down, and saw one of the heavy books.
She hurriedly bent over to pick it up, and at this moment, her phone's message alert sounded.
She glanced at the time and realized it was already almost two o'clock.
Beitang sent a message saying he was prepared for the physical check-up, urging her to come immediately, or he'd come to Zhan Nanjue's ward to find her.
