Xia Yangyang forced a smile, "Regardless, Gu Zhaohan, now that medical science is improving day by day, perhaps one day I'll be able to return to my original state. Besides, I remember you once told me, 'Miracles are rare in life, but plentiful in medicine.'"
Gu Zhaohan said, "That's right."
The next second, Xia Yangyang turned pessimistic again, "I'm sorry, you did all this for me. All I can do is offer you these words of comfort, but in reality, they are of no help to your situation."
Gu Zhaohan stretched out his other hand in a natural gesture, grasping Xia Yangyang's hand, holding her cold little hand in his palm, "Yangyang, as long as you are alright, it's not just a hand I wouldn't care about sacrificing, even if it were my life."
Gu Zhaohan really shouldn't have spoken these words.
Because each word was like a dagger piercing her heart.
He was too good to her, so much so that just thinking about it pained Xia Yangyang's heart.
"I'm sorry, Gu Zhaohan."
