On the other side.
Qingxue pushed the wheelchair forward, continuously moving without knowing where the end was.
The night was so dark, as if it stretched to the end of a dream.
She remembered that boy whose face she couldn't see clearly, when he placed a blue bracelet on her hand, her heartbeat...
Right, she was a cardiac patient.
Perhaps that heartbeat wasn't because of love, but simply because she happened to have an attack...
Qingxue felt like crying, yet also felt like not crying at all because long ago, she'd had her suspicions, she just didn't want to believe them.
Now, it was just putting the facts in front of her, no longer allowing her to escape.
She should thank Gong Beiyao because he always slowly revealed the little details to her.
For instance, in his conversations, it was always about his sister.
For instance, his deliberate tenderness towards her when his sister was always around...
