Gong Shirao's pupils tightened, looking at him, her eyes brimming with tears, making it hard to see him clearly.
Yet his voice still reached her ears, as if it had a special magic, each word exceptionally clear.
He said, "Don't refuse me anymore, let's have a perfect start, shall we? I want to be with you forever. No matter what happens tomorrow, we'll face it together. We'll treat this together, wait for the antidote together, and walk to the end together."
With each word he spoke, her nose became more and more sore, and eventually, tears streamed down her cheeks so much that she didn't even have time to wipe them away, nor did she remember to.
Even when undergoing the most painful treatment, she had never cried like this...
Gong Shirao nodded, then said to him, "Okay."
Finally hearing her 'okay,' Zhan Nanjue tightly embraced her in his arms.
At this moment, she was as thin as a sheet of white paper, as he held her, it seemed his heart was trembling.
