[But I'm afraid I'll never forget the taste of the strange cookie.]
Wei Shuyi felt extremely guilty as he stared at that long sentence.
The failure of his operation had taken the life of a young girl and the sincere feelings of a boy.
Later, Wei Shuyi realized that his hand would tremble whenever they touched the scalpel. He knew that there was something wrong with his mind. He was a cardiologist, but he could not cure his heart disease.
Yuan Jun was right. I'm a coward and a weakling.
Wei Shuyi returned home in the middle of the night. When he opened the door and saw the darkness inside, he felt surprisingly lonely.
Clearly, Jiaren Wu had not stayed at his house for many nights.
For a lonely person to adapt to warmth, all they needed was another person to stretch out their hand and pull them close. But falling back from warmth to loneliness could kill someone.
