"He has been in a coma, and the doctors say he's still not out of danger,"
Despite her family's objections, Shen Ruo forced herself to get up and visit Gu Kai's hospital room. The man who was always so spirited, seemingly invincible like a deity, now lay weakly on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, his body pierced with many tubes.
If he knew he had become this frail, he would surely be very upset.
Shen Ruo sat beside his bed, silently watching him, and couldn't help but gently hold his hand.
She couldn't describe her own feelings; they were complex, with a heart-wrenching pain that made her want to cry her eyes out.
The scene of Gu Kai throwing the bomb away without regard for his life that day still shook her. That determination, that decisiveness, it was as if he had completely disregarded life and death.
Did he never consider that he might be killed by Wan Chen?
No, he surely knew the consequences, yet he still did it without turning back. But why?
