Chi Qingqian lay on the hospital bed, a clear tear rolling down from her eye.
Contrary to what her name suggested, the right side of her face had basically been burned beyond recognition.
Only her eyes remained more or less intact.
On her arm, there was an especially shocking scar from a cut.
Beside the hospital bed, a man who obviously hadn't washed his hair in ages, with a scruffy beard, sat on a little stool, holding Chi Qingqian's hand.
He looked at Chi Qingqian's face, all gentleness.
"Why are you so stupid... If I hadn't woken up in the middle of the night... Promise me, don't ever do something this foolish again, okay?"
"Zhang Rui, I'm here, but all I do is hold you back. Two days ago, I heard it all—Shengjing's big company invited you to develop their system. If you go, you'd easily earn a million a year, and with bonuses and shares, maybe a lot more! By then, you'd have any girl you want."
"Someone like me..."
