The young nurse ran away, and finally Ning Ge could hold Song Jiaying without any scruples, creating moments of intimacy, although, of course, our ice-cold beauty wasn't that cooperative.
Sitting side by side on a hospital bed, both their hands were bandaged. Interestingly, Song Jiaying's left hand was injured on the back, while Ning Ge's right hand was hurt on the palm.
Ning Ge smiled, placing his hand on her hand's back, and said, "Our left and right hands get injured together, isn't this fate? One left, one right, do you think we are meant to be?"
Song Jiaying replied irritably, "You never seem to be serious, what's there to boast about?"
"Not boasting, just find it amazing," Ning Ge said. "It's just so happens that it's the left and right hand, and do you not find that fascinating? Our left and right hands."
