"Am I really done for this time?" Chen Ziqian said with a bitter smile.
He slowly reached out to caress Suxin's face, smooth and tender to the touch, irresistible to let go.
There's truth in the saying, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.' To Chen Ziqian, Suxin, wearing a hospital gown without a trace of makeup, looked more beautiful than any woman he had ever dated before.
"Susu, what should I do with you?"
"What will make you like me?"
"Can you leave Yuanhang?"
…
Call after call, these deep-seated voices in Chen Ziqian's heart became more and more bitter the more he spoke.
When Suxin slowly awoke, it was already past midnight. The fever had subsided, and her head felt much lighter. The warm sensation of her hand being held made her turn to see Chen Ziqian, it was Chen Ziqian!
His eyes were closed as he sat on the chair by the bed, one hand propped against his chin, resting on the table beside him. Although his eyes were closed, he still looked restless.
