His heart was beating wildly out of control, almost tearing his chest apart and jumping out of it.
There seemed to be a huge roar echoing in his ears, knocking on the last layer of his weak rationality that he was struggling to hold on to.
His hands were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were white. He did not know how much effort it took to make his voice sound as calm as possible.
As he stared at Ning Li, his whole body tensed up. All his attention was focused on her.
He was waiting for her answer.
It was as if he was waiting for fate to make a judgment.
Ning Li was stunned as she looked at Shen Zhijin.
She could clearly feel that his behavior was very different from usual.
No, or rather, he was like a completely different person altogether.
A hint of confusion flashed across her eyes, but she still gave an answer.
"Yes."
...
Yes.
She had said, yes.
