Zhou Jian Story (8) Why Do You Say It As If I Have Stolen It

Zhou Dayuan did not know how he was supposed to love her right now.

Because he felt that no matter how much he loved her, it was still not enough.

Zhou Dayuan went closer to her. His right hand weaved through her silky hair. During this period of time, she was able to eat again. Her hair did not fall out as much, but her thick and luscious dark hair had been reduced by quite a lot. His palm was empty as he held her hair, just like her frail and slim body.

He nudged his nose on her small elegant nose. He nudged her gently. "Babe, what is wrong, exactly? Tell me. My heart really hurts so much seeing you like this. I am almost unable to catch my breath with the amount of pain."

Jian Han lifted her small head up and looked at his handsome face that was magnified a few times in front of her now. She slowly stretched her small hand out and caressed his side profile.

In a blur, she asked, "Are you a doctor? Today, I happened to see you on TV."