Afterwards, he dialed Ning Xue's number.
At that time, Ning Xue was in the ward, lashing out at the nurse because the nurse had hurt her while administering an IV.
Seeing it was An Zhiyu's call, she calmed down from her frantic state instantly, answering the phone like a different person, her voice sweet, "Zhiyu, you finally remembered to call me. I'm fine... I..."
Her words were cut off by An Zhiyu's icy interruption, "Haven't you always wanted to marry me? Fine! I will marry you!"
On the other end, Ning Xue hadn't come to her senses, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, when An Zhiyu hung up the phone and collapsed onto the bed.
Enough is enough! Let's consider it the price he paid for twenty years of living his life as if it were a game!
"Zhiyu..." Ning Xue was shouting into the already disconnected phone when the people in the dormitory were scrambling to push An Zhiyu.
An entire week had passed with An Zhiyu refusing to eat, drink, sleep, or talk, and he finally fainted.
