Zhan Nanjue listened to the busy signal on the phone, took his mobile away from his ear, and looked at the screen with a indescribable feeling in his heart.
Will there be no chance to contact again in the future?
Can't even just be friends?
Strange, what is he thinking?
He had a hard time confessing his feelings to Ou Yimo, so why isn't he as happy as he imagined?
He had lived for over twenty years and never worried about anyone's departure. As a doctor, he's seen too many separations of life and death.
But just now...
There was a fluctuation inside him that he himself couldn't understand.
It was an emotion more touching to him than death.
He didn't even know where this feeling came from.
He suddenly remembered the first time many years ago when he saw Ou Yimo.
That year, she had just been taken back by the Ou Family.
The delicate girl, like a doll, was holding an injured white pigeon in her hand, crying inconsolably.
He came over and asked what she was crying about.
