After finishing this sentence with pronounced pauses, the man opened the passenger-side door with one hand. His movements were forceful yet tender as he half lifted her, who stood frozen in place, and tucked her into the seat. He pulled the seat belt across her and clicked it into place, then leaned down, his waist bent, to stroke her long hair.
"Your past, it really doesn't matter. Those things... they're truly in the past."
Ming Ge felt dizzy from his touch, in the dimly-lit and silent underground parking lot of the hospital. A man in black, his noble visage stunningly beautiful, leaned down to gaze deeply into her eyes. His dark pupils seemed to gather thousands of stars, driving away the long-standing gloom in her heart...
It wasn't until this moment that Ming Ge truly and directly felt the man's mysterious and ocean-deep emotions towards her.
In this world, how many men can truly be unconcerned with your past—
There are only two types.
