He lowered his head, staring fixedly at his own fingertips. "...When you go back and see Jamie, tell him for me, how can he be this old and still so pigheaded."
"I'm not doing that!" Yan Yu's heart twisted with a cold ache. "Whatever you want to say to him, you can go say it yourself. I'm not obliged to pass along your messages!"
So in the end... he still wanted to avoid everyone, he still wanted to—leave, didn't he?
He stopped talking, pressed his lips tight, and sank into his own conflict.
So quiet, this ward, this hospital, and this whole world.
After Yan Yu finished her harsh words, she still couldn't help turning her head back, gazing deeply at his profile.
She couldn't even bear to blink.
Slowly, she let her voice soften. "...Since last night, the one who saved me was you, and the hand I was holding was also yours, then why did you still leave this morning?"
"If you left, why did you come back?"
