"No, but I can’t guarantee he won’t find his way here."
Rong Shaoze sneered, "Even if he does come, I’m not afraid of him! In fact, if he does show up, I’d like to see how true his feelings for you really are."
Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but retort sarcastically, "What, you’re in this state and you still want to compete with him?"
Her disdain dealt a heavy blow to Qiao Yiyang’s pride.
He darkened his eyes, and said lightly, "I may not be able to compete with him, but I can fight him to the death. Xinlan, you never believe in my true feelings for you, but I will prove to you one day that I’m serious about you."
"You’re serious about me, yet you injected me with a virus? Qiao Yiyang, your sincerity really is unique," Lin Xinlan said mockingly.
Qiao Yiyang clenched his fist tightly, a pang of deep pain flashing in his eyes.
If there had been any other way, he wouldn’t have wanted to inject her with the virus.
Now that things have come to this, no matter what he says, she won’t understand his intentions.
"Xinlan, this virus was the life’s work of a Ph.D. After I got it, I’ve used it on people only twice. Once was on the person I hated the most, and the other time was on the person I loved the most. You can’t understand the complex emotions I’ve felt both times I used this virus. If possible, I would rather have used it on myself than on you."
Qiao Yiyang said in a low voice, his words were simple, yet they carried an infinitely sorrowful sentiment.
Lin Xinlan suddenly remembered something Tao Hua told her.
He said that seven or eight years ago, a man in his fifties aged and died within just a month.
He was infected with the same virus as her.
Could it be that it was Qiao Yiyang who injected him?
And what deep-seated grudge did he have against that man?
Lin Xinlan looked into his inscrutably dark eyes, wanting to ask him, but she swallowed her words at the last moment.
Lu Xiaofan abruptly turned on the television, saying indifferently, "You two sure talk a lot of nonsense. Let’s just watch TV."
The tense atmosphere was immediately interrupted by the television.
Lin Xinlan turned to watch the TV, where the newscaster was briefly talking about the wife-searching video that had been very popular since yesterday.
Lin Xinlan’s heart trembled, and Qiao Yiyang’s expression also subtly changed.
Lu Xiaofan laughed, "Now the two of you are really getting attention. If everyone knew that the male lead in that video is Rong Shaoze, I have no idea what kind of impact it would have."
Saying this, she switched channels, only to find the wife-searching video playing on another station.
However, here they were showing the full video, and it had just started.
The footage was still from yesterday, but the content being spoken was different from before.
’Wife, it’s been thirty-seven days since you left me. Since yesterday, I’ve been using this method to search for you, hoping you can hear what I’m saying to you, understand my heart for you, which won’t change because of your appearance...’
Listening to his low voice, Lin Xinlan felt a familiar warmth, as if he were speaking right next to her ear.
"The time we have left together is getting shorter and shorter, which makes me feel very anxious and uneasy. If possible, I would give up everything I have just to stop time. That way, you would always have a little over twenty days left to live, and you would never die. Then, would you come back to me?"
"Wife, actually, the length of life has lost all meaning to me.