Eight years ago, in Italy.
"Dr. Qin, I like you... You are the most gentle woman I have ever met!"
"Thank you."
"I hope you can be my wife!"
"Sorry, I can't agree to that."
"How... how is that possible? Why? Don't you like me? You were so gentle and caring towards me..."
"That was just work, I don't like you."
"No, I don't believe it! You're lying, you're lying to me, aren't you?"
"I'm not lying to you." Qin Mengying left with a calm demeanor, leaving the despondent blonde man behind.
Her colleague Xiao Yu leaned against the door, watching her with a sigh, "Dr. Qin... so heartless! That guy just recovered, and with the shock you gave him, it might get worse, right?"
Qin Mengying pushed up her glasses, "If that's the case, it means my treatment wasn't successful."
