The long corridor outside.
Gong Shirao ran all the way to the door of Zhan Nanjue's hospital room, took a deep breath at the door, and then went in.
Zhan Nanjue still hadn't woken up.
Luckily, she hadn't missed the moment he woke up.
Gong Shirao closed the door and went inside.
She hadn't seriously looked at him for a long time.
She noticed his pale face under the dim light, tightly pursed lips, due to blood loss.
What to do?
She seemed to be liking him more and more...
Even though she had always told him before that she would leave him, that it didn't matter, that she wouldn't be sad, and that she didn't necessarily have to be with him.
But she had lied so many times, even she couldn't convince herself.
Actually, the more she said it, the more she didn't want to part from him.
Every day, she would like him a little bit more.
For instance, right now...
Luckily...
She hadn't really let go.
He was so foolish.
How could he be so foolish?
