Xu Musen couldn't help but gently tap her forehead, "Always wanting to handle everything by yourself, what am I then?"
His words finally carried a hint of angry reproach.
Yao Mingyue, watched by his stern gaze, felt a warmth in her heart; she understood this feeling.
They had been together since childhood, experiencing nearly everything together, and had long since stopped distinguishing between each other.
If there were truly any secrets between them, particularly ones purposely kept from the other, it would feel like a suffocating pain tearing them apart.
Yao Mingyue knew this feeling all too well, akin to "betrayal," but… she looked into Xu Musen's determined eyes.
The more tender he was, the more it subtly pained her heart; she feared the harder it was to part now, the more difficult it would be later.
If… if she didn't make it off the operating table, then everything now would only add another layer of ice to the cold winter of future life.
