Ellen suddenly remembered that when the snow was falling, she had asked Kenyon if he would regret it.
He could not be a doctor. He couldn't save people with a knife.
Kenyon's eyes were as beautiful as a painting at that time. He replied with a smile, "It's not my dream to cure diseases and save people. I don't have such a big ambition. I studied medicine only for you at that time. That's the only way for me to get in touch with you. What I used to think was that I must become an excellent doctor to protect you, take care of your child, the person you love, and you."
"Not everyone is like you," Ellen answered briefly. "Some people have a very simple dream. They just want to be with the other party for the rest of their lives and be healthy all year round."
"Like me?" Jamie sneered. "Isn't it good to be like me?"
"You are suitable to be alone for the rest of your life, because you are cold-blooded, emotionless, and selfish."