"Only when Wang Zicheng wakes up can Feng Qi possibly find happiness." Song Zhicheng spoke the last sentence with a calm demeanor.
Just hearing Song Zhicheng say such words, Xia Chuyi sighed inwardly and said, "Then what about you, Brother Song?"
Song Zhicheng heard this, smiled faintly, and said, "Me? There's nothing much about me."
"Feng Qi and I, we always had destiny but not the fortune to be together."
Although Song Zhicheng said this rather calmly, Xia Chuyi still heard a trace of regret in it.
In this world, there's no medicine for regret.
"I understand, Brother Song." Xia Chuyi replied, "But what about your injury, is it serious?"
Song Zhicheng slightly lifted his right arm and said, "The bone wasn't hit, and the bullet has been removed, so it's nothing serious."
Hearing this, Xia Chuyi nodded slightly and said, "Since you're okay, Brother Song, I'll head back first."
After bidding farewell to Song Zhicheng, Xia Chuyi returned home.
