Zhou Mikang's steps halted. Turning around, he scrutinized Jing Zhe, and after a long moment, the corners of his lips curled into an expression that seemed like a smirk, "You actually have the nerve to criticize me?"
"Put away your filthy thoughts!" Jing Zhe glared at him with displeasure, "My regard for Lin Chuxia is purely out of admiration. Enduring hardship, being proactive, and meticulous courage are essential qualities for a good doctor, but it's not easy to find all these traits in one person.
From her physique, one could tell her family isn't well-off. Such a girl surely hopes to make her family proud through her own efforts. A promising girl like her, I won't let her be buried!"
Zhou Mikang, looking entirely at ease, watched him: "Why do you say marrying me would mean she's buried?"
Marry? Jing Zhe stared blankly at Zhou Mikang, and after a long pause, he finally said, "You mean, you want to marry Lin Chuxia?"