Lu Bai's life or death was unknown, Xiao Qiao was on the brink; the people who mattered most to her all hung by a thread, and she didn't have a single way to save them.
"Are you scared?" Xiaojiu asked.
This was obviously not a good time for heart‑to‑heart talks.
"I'm not." Wesley said. He could calmly accept all the hardships fate threw at him. Nora's departure back then, the deaths of his comrades over the years, had already taught him to see life and death lightly.
He looked at the lit operating room and suddenly laughed. "I'm scared!"
How could he not be scared.
Such a vibrant person, suddenly gone—who wouldn't be afraid? All the more because he had dropped his guard and let her rampage through his world, take root there without restraint.
He wanted her alive.
If even this simple wish couldn't be fulfilled, what was he supposed to do?
