He stared at her for a few seconds, until his clear sight became blurry again.
He suddenly turned around and rushed out the door.
The bedroom door slammed shut, the living room door closed heavily...
Nangong Zhongli sat in a wheelchair in the bedroom, she seemed to hear the wind, mixed with Qin Yi's heavy breaths.
That was him running in the wind, the air filled with the smell of sunlight and sweat.
Yes.
He should have been a man living under the sun.
And she...
Had always been a bad woman, and now she wasn't even a complete bad woman.
Nangong Zhongli's wheelchair moved to the door, she stared at the door panel for over ten seconds, then slowly turned around.
Her body faced away from the door panel, she slightly tilted her head, and scorching tears flowed down her cheeks.
Qin Yi, I'm sorry...
Maybe, what I owe you, I can never repay in this life.
But I just don't want to owe you more.
