Even so, he couldn't let go.
He couldn't even begin to imagine life without Ye Nanxun.
Just as he was about to speak up again, a voice from the hospital bed had already reached his ears a step quicker.
If a moment ago the tone was harsh and severe, in this moment it could have been described as a refreshing breeze, as if life had been given new hope.
"If I hadn't fallen ill, just based on the things you've done to my cherished daughter who grew up in the palm of my hand, even if Nanxun was willing to forgive you, I still wouldn't agree to you two being together."
As Fu Yue spoke, her face remained calm throughout, but the calmer she was, the more nervous the person standing before her felt.
Zhou Sinian's hands that were at his sides had long since formed tight fists, the veins standing out on his hands, revealing the strength of his grip.
