Carl reined in his smile, slightly lifted his chin, and quietly watched her.
"Did you not hear me clearly? I said that if I leave, this place will collapse."
He told her this word by word, but Qiao Suisui just gently nodded without showing any change in expression.
"I know." She looked at Carl, her clear eyes extremely tranquil. "Your injuries are severe, and you shouldn't stay here to delay further. I will try to persuade Zong Fang for the last time tonight. After tonight, whether he and I are leaving or not, you should go."
Upon hearing this, Carl felt a tumult of emotions, a sense of unwillingness entwining his heart.
Was she now planning to lay down her life to accompany that man?
If you say she's heartless, she clearly didn't need to come to treat my injuries, nor did she have to urge me to leave quickly so as not to delay my healing. But if you say she's caring?
Her care seemed neither painful nor itchy, and it wasn't meant for him.
