"Of course, you trust me, and I’ll get the antidote."
"Really? But even Tao Hua couldn’t do anything, how could you possibly..." get the antidote?
Rong Shaoze interrupted her, smiling: "Isn’t Qiao Yiyang right here? As long as he’s still alive, I can make him hand over the antidote."
Lin Xinlan was startled and asked softly, "What if he doesn’t hand it over?"
Rong Shaoze stated firmly, "Trust me, I’ll make him hand it over! And if he doesn’t, it doesn’t matter, because at worst, we can just die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year, right?"
Yes, at worst, we’ll just die together.
Before, the thought of him dying with her was something she absolutely couldn’t accept.
Now she could accept it.
Because she knew that if Rong Shaoze died, she wouldn’t want to live either.
Similarly, if she died, he would feel the same, not wanting to live without her.
"Xinlan, don’t think too much, please don’t waste our last precious moments together, okay? You’ve already made life worse than death for me; do I need to die before you to make you stay by my side? If that’s what it takes, then I’ll just..."
"Stop!" Lin Xinlan quickly called out to stop him, nodding hurriedly: "I won’t leave you anymore, no matter what I become, I’ll stick to you and never leave again!"
This time, she decided to live recklessly for once, not caring about anything anymore.
Rong Shaoze’s throat moved, his eyes exceptionally bright.
"Really!" Lin Xinlan smiled, nodding affirmatively.
"Xinlan..." Rong Shaoze suddenly picked her up and, along with the snowflakes, began to spin in the snow.
His face was filled with a childlike happy smile, and his laughter floated through the air, so cheerful, so delightful.
Lin Xinlan was infected by his happiness and began to laugh too.
After spinning for a while, Rong Shaoze stopped, holding her excitedly, tightly, as if he was holding a treasure he had regained.
No one knew how happy and grateful he was at that moment to have Xinlan back.
And his gaze suddenly met with Qiao Yiyang’s.
Both their eyes were deep and sharp, silently conveying to each other that neither would let go of Lin Xinlan!
"Let’s go inside, it’s cold out here," Rong Shaoze said as he scooped her up and strode towards the house.
Seeing Qiao Yiyang and Lu Xiaofan being pointed at with guns, Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but speak out: "They..."
"Don’t worry, leave everything to me," Rong Shaoze said softly, his voice soothingly reassuring.
Lin Xinlan smiled and leaned into his embrace, deciding to leave all matters to him.
With him there, she no longer needed to worry about anything.
Qiao Yiyang watched them continuously, his expression growing increasingly troubled, his eyes shadowed.
Lu Xiaofan quietly sighed inwardly.
Some people just don’t turn back until they hit a wall.
And she knew Qiao Yiyang was the sort who, even after hitting the wall, wouldn’t turn back.
Entering the house, Rong Shaoze closed the door, carried Lin Xinlan to the sofa swiftly, and then, excitedly cupping her face, kissed her lips.
Outside earlier, he had been restraining himself from kissing her.
He didn’t want to perform a love scene in front of others.
Now that it was just the two of them in the house, he no longer had to hold back or be polite.
His kiss was as always domineering and fervent, but also deeply affectionate and gentle.