The man gazed deeply into Ning Xia's eyes one last time and, despite his reluctance, turned and left.
Since God had arranged for their paths to cross, for her to save him, for him to be touched, their story surely wouldn't end there.
He looked forward to their next meeting, and when that time came, he would never let go again.
Once they had left, the room returned to silence. Ning Xia felt her legs go weak as she slumped back onto the sofa, still somewhat shaken.
Just now, her life truly hung on that man's fleeting thoughts.
After all, the man was a stranger to her—who could know whether he would repay kindness with enmity!
And yet, she had so much happiness now that she couldn't bear to lose.
Fortunately, the man still had some humanity and conscience and was not completely heartless.
She could only hope that they would never meet again, she didn't want to have anything to do with such a man at all.