Xiao Li told him, "Zhuang Long, don't mess around. I don't need you to remember." Her voice was cold and hard, as if she was angry or worried.
"But I want to!" Zhuang Long's tone suddenly became excited. "I almost killed you accidentally! Do you know how dangerous I am! As long as I don't recover, I will always be in danger! Ah Li, I have to get better."
Xiao Li was speechless.
If she were Zhuang Long, she would do the same even if she knew that she was sick and that her mental state was not right.
Logically speaking, it was one thing to understand, but Xiao Li was unwilling to see Zhuang Long suffer pain that ordinary people could not bear in order to treat her. Xiao Li knew better than anyone what Zhuang Long had experienced when he was young. At the thought of him messing around in that basement alone, Xiao Li panicked.
