Looking at Li Jiaqi's eyes, there was not a hint of retreat in them.
He Yingdong simply sat up, "Alright then, from now on, wherever you go, I'll go. I'll follow you forever!"
Li Jiaqi hugged the quilt, sitting on the big bed, her gaze somewhat hollow, with deep sorrow hidden within that emptiness.
"If... if I hadn't contracted AIDS, I would stay!"
After a long while, she finally spoke.
His eyes flashed with a look of excitement and madness.
Over the past month, she had traveled to many corners of the world.
As a volunteer, she went to third-world countries to care for those dying from AIDS.
She witnessed death firsthand and saw through many things.
He cautiously held onto the last thread of unease, "Even if you're infected, it's okay. Although it can't be cured, the condition can be managed. Some infected people have lived to their sixties!"
Li Jiaqi held her head with both hands, her lips curved slightly, and her smile was somewhat pale.
