Gong Ting had left at some point, but Xiao Yu didn't know when. Before she drifted off to sleep, he was still in the hospital room, staring at her with such a fierce gaze as if he wanted to strangle her.
Her heart was bitter. She had clearly told herself not to have any expectations, so why was she stupid enough to hope for an impossible love?
Su Yu, has your brain really been blown out by a bomb?
Gong Ting sat there, staring at her intently. What kind of spell had he fallen under, to the point of neglecting food and rest just to stay by her side, even considering breaking off his engagement with Eden at all costs?
But she, on the other hand, woke up from a nap and didn't recognize anyone at all.
The more Gong Ting thought about it, the more he wanted to strangle her. His hand moved, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. This woman could die for him, and every time he recalled the moment when the bomb's blast blew her away, he couldn't calm his heart.
