"Neil, ah!"
"Look. We're so fated. Twenty years ago, you saved my mother. Twenty years later, you saved me. Otherwise, my head would have long been left in the wilderness. It's been said since ancient times that saving a life warrants a lifelong gratitude. Nora, the words passed down by our ancestors are classics, and we can't outplay classics. So, we can only follow them, right? Therefore, Nora, don't push me away anymore, don't try to leave me, don't make me search for you for another twenty years, okay?"
She estimated that she didn't even have twenty days left in her life, so how could there possibly be another twenty years?
Gazing out at the lush, towering trees outside the window, Liz's eyes grew moist while her hand gently patted Harlan Palmer's back in an irregular rhythm.
Looking at the people cuddling in the hospital room, Forsythia glanced at Beauty Child, who merely smiled, her face devoid of any superfluous emotion, just as unchanging as before.
