That night, dressed in black and masked, he scaled a sixteen-story building, pried open a window, and jumped into Bai Xue's hospital room.
Only when he saw her sleeping soundly, her face rosy, did he feel at ease.
He wanted to draw closer, to touch her, but feared he might wake her. He could only watch her from afar, like all those times before. He saw her as a rare gem, feeling fortunate just to be able to glimpse her.
He greedily drank in her image in the dim light.
The more he looked at her, the more he yearned to touch her.
This deep longing intensified his hatred for Su Yan. If Su Yan wasn't in the picture, he wouldn't have to sneak around just to look at her, not even have the right to touch her.
What he resented more was that Su Yan took her for granted despite having her.
"Xue, why didn't you fall in love with me? Why don't you belong to me?" If she were in love with him, he would conquer the world for her if she wished it.
