Gong Ting involuntarily raised his hand, tracing his fingers lightly on the glass window, as though caressing her cheek, his palm subtly burning, seemingly still retaining the warmth of her cheek.
She was so petite, how could she have such explosive strength to dare stand in front of him when danger approached?
Even now, his heart trembled and throbbed for her, who threw herself towards him without hesitation. He wanted to ask her so much, knowing the danger, why did she still run to him?
Su Yu, you cannot die, you must survive. You stirred my heart; you revived its dying embers. Now, you must water it and let it beat vibrantly again.
Fu Zhengci left the hospital, sat in the car parked outside, fastened his seatbelt, and leaned tiredly against the seat back, speaking hoarsely, "What's the situation outside?"
"All is calm!" The confidant started the car and turned to look at him, "Boss, how is Miss Su?"
