"Every night, when I see you in pain, it hurts me more than it hurts you. I know at that moment, you're probably thinking of Qin Yin again. The wound on your chest won't heal because the person you love isn't there to smooth out the scar. I've always thought I could replace Qin Yin. I've always thought I could help you heal the wound. So, whenever the wound on your chest bleeds, I give you my blood unconditionally. However much you need, I'll give, because I hope you might stop hurting and stop thinking about Qin Yin because of me."
"Nan Sichen, after everything I've done for you, are you really not moved at all?" Jiang Mei looked at Nan Sichen with tearful eyes.
Nan Sichen listened quietly, his face indifferent, showing no trace of emotion. No one could see what he was feeling.
However, what Jiang Mei said stirred even Qin Yin, who stood nearby. But so what if she was moved? Could she give Nan Sichen to Jiang Mei?
