"I..." she found her throat seemingly blocked by something, unable to make a sound no matter how she tried.
She remembered her cousin telling her to never touch Black Angel, for touching it was akin to embracing death.
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Gu Yixuan saw the change in her expression and the scorn in his heart grew.
"Are you afraid? Afraid you’ll die? Afraid you won’t be able to quit? Afraid that drugs will control your life?"
With every question Gu Yixuan asked, Gao Zhenzhen’s face grew paler until it lost all color.
"Why do you keep insisting I take something you wouldn’t dare to yourself?"
That question was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Gao Zhenzhen’s love seemed to collapse in an instant.
Her body trembled lightly, her lips pressed tightly, silent.
Gu Yixuan tossed the pill onto the ground and left without looking back. He believed that this time, Gao Zhenzhen would really give up on him and obediently return to Japan.
As soon as he left, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears, covering her face.
Her love was gone, beyond retrieval. She had finally fallen for someone, only to be cruelly hurt; she feared she might never fall for anyone again in this lifetime.
She didn’t dare to take Black Angel, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love him!
Wiping the tears from her face, Gao Zhenzhen pulled out a camera from the corner, which contained many photos of everything that had just transpired.
She found the photo of the embrace and noticed she had chosen a good angle. It only showed her leaning into Gu Yixuan’s chest, his expression invisible.
She would return to Japan, but before leaving, she wouldn’t let Mo Ran easily have the man she loved.
The sun was shining brightly as Mo Yan accompanied Mo Ran through the hospital’s garden, basking in the sunlight while taking a stroll.
With her long hair flowing and dressed in a blue and white striped hospital gown, Mo Ran’s skin appeared nearly translucent under the sunlight, exuding a delicate and sickly beauty.
"Ranran, let’s rest over there for a bit," Mo Yan suggested, pointing to a bench under a tree.
Mo Ran nodded and walked arm in arm with her to the bench to sit down.
The hospital garden was extensive, with numerous patients strolling and playing on the green lawn, creating an atmosphere of happiness and peace.
Not far off, in an intricately carved fountain, two swans nestled neck to neck, while a few children played with a ball by the water’s edge, their laughter tinkling like silver bells.