As long as they could be together, he would storm the lab alone, unafraid of life or death.
And to save him, she didn't even care about her own safety.
If not for her, he would have died long ago.
In this lifetime, he would never again encounter such blazing, precious love, nor would he ever meet anyone better than her.
Clearly the ending had already been set, his madness cured, and the two of them should have been together—yet she left, pushed away by his own hands.
Xiao Jin's chest hurt more and more, as if countless fine needles were pricking him densely, even breathing carried pain. His vision blurred again and again, covered by a damp haze.
If doing that could make her happy, make her blissful, he was willing to be this stand-in, willing to truly become a substitute.
What did it matter?
He only wanted her.
He didn't ask for much—having her was enough.
