Zhan Nanjue stood at the door, paused for a moment, wanted to knock, wanted to see her, but then remembered he had no right to entangle her.
No right.
Actually, he had long lost the right, but now, he had even less of it.
A trace of self-mockery and self-loathing appeared at the corner of Zhan Nanjue's lips. He had never hated himself as much as he did today!
A heart pierced by ten thousand arrows, so this is what it feels like.
Zhan Nanjue's pupils seemed to lose their color, yet he started walking, from one side of the office doorway to the other, heading towards Ou Yimo's ward.
With each step he took, he moved one step further away from Gong Shirao's office.
With each step he took, he moved one step further away from the girl he loved.
He never knew he liked her so much; liked her so much that knowing he no longer had the right to like her made him feel as if the entire world had lost its brightness.
