Gong Shirao turned her eyes away from him, remembering at the airport how he sliced open his own blood vessel, mixing his blood with hers, making her heart ache to the point of suffocation.
Zhan Nanjue took a deep breath and said to her, "I'll be right outside the door."
With that, he stepped outside.
Gong Shirao heard his footsteps and slowly looked towards the direction he left.
His silhouette was still the direction she pursued, but now, she dare not recklessly charge towards him anymore.
Why was he so foolish? Knowing he wasn't infected, he still wanted to marry her? On what grounds should she use this body, one that could die at any moment, to confine him for life?
Why should he wait for her?
Just because she waited for him nineteen years didn't mean he had to repay her.
She didn't need him to wait for her at all.
Now, what she feared most was him waiting for her.
It turned out he wasn't infected… he actually wasn't infected…
