Ye Anqi gently closed her eyes, and thought to herself, Let it be.
She had indirectly cured his illness and saved his life. She owed him nothing. It was best to leave this way and forget each other from now on.
The door to the resting room was pushed open—
Ya Shitian, dressed in a black suit, walked in.
He was wearing a luxurious hand-made suit, so handsome it took one's breath away.
Ye Anqi turned her head slightly and met his gaze.
The sunlight from outside poured in, enveloping Ye Anqi, as if she were coated in a layer of holy light.
Especially her face, it was radiant, and so pale it was almost translucent.
In that moment, Ya Shitian thought he saw a celestial being descending to earth.
His thoughts blurred for a second, giving him an illusion that she was about to fly into the sky.
This idea caused his heart a slight pain. He took a big step forward, reaching out to her until he grasped her arm, which grounded his heart.
