Ning Yichen pursed his lips tightly, feeling the rising and falling of Su Lianxi's body beneath him.
He tried to strip off her clothes, but every cell in his body resisted, screaming for escape.
He closed his eyes briefly, ripping off Su Lianxi's sleepwear as delicate as a cicada's wing, yet in the ambiguous glow of the lamp, the scene that flooded his mind was completely out of sync with the current setting.
It was a vision of him lying in a hospital bed, with Su Zixi sitting by his side, looking down at him with tender and shy eyes.
A fierce burning sensation suddenly seized his chest!
The next second, Ning Yichen leaped up from Su Lianxi's body!
He couldn't just give up! Even if... hope was faint...
He couldn't use this method to sever the final, fragile possibility between them...
...
Su Lianxi felt a sudden lightness as Ning Yichen abruptly let go of her.
She was stunned for a moment, and then she heard the hurried footsteps and the sound of a door opening...
