Ding Jiaqi felt humiliated. She believed she did nothing wrong—she was a doctor, and saving lives was her duty. Besides, why had she worked so hard to come to Kannaya? Wasn't it just to save people?
It didn't matter if nobody understood her, as long as Huo Beijiang did.
She knew that, despite Huo Beijiang's seemingly cold and unapproachable exterior, deep down he was a man of passion and principle. Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her repeatedly, nor would he have tried to drive her away to avoid implicating her.
They were the same kind of person. As long as she persisted in believing she was right, Bei Jiang would inevitably fall in love with her.
"I won't step aside. Either shoot me and walk over my dead body, or I won't let you carry out such a cruel act." Ding Jiaqi shut her eyes, assuming a posture of heroic sacrifice, and steadfastly stood at the forefront of the crowd.
