At this moment, Zhan Nanjue's left arm was wrapped around her, while his right hand hung by his side.
Gong Shirao felt the warmth of his embrace, and the warmth of his palm, inexplicably bringing tears to her eyes.
More than his indifference, she feared his tenderness.
As long as he remained indifferent, she could stay far away from him.
However, he always made her think... that his heart was actually leaning towards her.
"Do you believe me?" Gong Shirao asked Zhan Nanjue, feeling a lump in her throat.
She didn't care what others thought of her; she only cared about what he thought! Was he willing to risk everything to save her because he trusted her, or was it out of a doctor's instinct!? She wanted to know the answer!
But before he could answer, discordant voices started to arise around them.
"Zhan doctor, why are you saving someone like her? She deserves it, karma will deal with her."
