It was a last resort to use the bloodied garment, making her believe he really died, forcing her to leave.
"Sorry, Lu'er, you must resent me for being so cruel, for making you endure such sorrow and despair, but you must stay strong!" He held her tightly, deeply, wishing he could merge her into his very bones, yet he had to cut away the intense reluctance in his heart and put her back on the hospital bed.
After a long, hard look, he left without looking back.
As he stepped out into the clinic's courtyard, he was blocked by a lean figure.
Under the moonlight, Ling Kong's handsome young face was cold as he stood there straight, like an owl lurking in the night, his sharp and profound eyes staring intently at the man before him.
Even though the face was unfamiliar, he was beginning to guess, frowning.
"Third Young Master Jun?"
