A blessing in disguise.
He suffered a stab wound, yet was able to stay here, passing each day leisurely, indulging in bitter-sweet memories, undisturbed by those sordid matters on the outside, which was a kind of fortune in itself.
This fortune lasted until Jian Shichu wrapped his arms around Ye Qingci's shoulders and walked into her ward.
When he saw Ye Qingci again, Wen Liujing stared at her face as if it were from another life.
He thought that he indeed hadn't loved the wrong person.
Even though she did not love him, had never felt romantic love for him, she was willing to risk her life and forget herself for his sake.
In those days, whenever he closed his eyes, he would recall the events of that day.
The roaring flames, even for him, invoked an instinctive fear.
He watched as she, fragile and delicate, stumbled while leading Qingyang out of the room.
When they disappeared from his sight, the room he was in had almost been devoured by the fierce fire.
