So, she wanted to hide a little further away and see.
But he was always getting hurt.
Just when she had the idea to leave, she would be pulled back, uncontrollably drawn to him.
She wanted to take him to her home.
After all, this place was like an ice cellar; it was impossible to stay here.
Zheng Luan's coughing echoed repeatedly.
Su Yan went to support him.
Zheng Luan spoke, his voice weak.
"I understand what you mean."
He spoke with his head lowered, his dark eyelashes trembling.
"In the future, I'll stay far away.
I won't disturb you anymore."
He headed towards the bed and then sat on it.
Coughing while speaking.
"You should go."
A scratchy, weak voice.
Listening to it was heart-wrenching.
Su Yan pressed her lips.
Standing by the door.
"Alright."
She turned and walked out.
With a bang, the door closed tight.
Zheng Luan sat on the bed, coughing incessantly, holding onto the bed.
With his head lowered, he remained silent, lost in thought.
Three minutes later.
