Having exhausted all possible verbal and mental approaches over these many days, Su Nian still failed to shake Zheng Haoyu in the slightest. She had no idea what else she could do.
Anyway, the call for help had already been made. Her heart was as still as the surface of a lake in the aftermath of a sudden storm, with occasional ripples spreading out, not enough to disturb her inner calm.
"Su Nian," Zheng Haoyu fiddled with the watch. "The reason I kept you here is not to get a blood transfusion for Lian Ze."
Su Nian looked at him, "Surely, you can't be saying it's because you love me."
The mockery in her tone made Zheng Haoyu flush with embarrassment. As a proud member of the elite since childhood, he had never begged anyone, yet in front of Su Nian, he lost all his dignity. Despite all this, he still didn't know what she wanted.
He was panicking, he was restless, causing him to make more mistakes, pushing Su Nian further away from him time after time.
