Cheng Tong adjusted his glasses and sighed deeply, "It's already a miracle that Bao Yancheng has been pulled back from the Ghost Gate so many times. Honestly, no doctor can diagnose exactly what's causing the headache now. So naturally, there's no way to cure it."
Wen Wanzi felt a tightness in her heart, her chest heavy with distress.
She once truly hated Bao Yancheng.
He was domineering, arrogant, never willing to admit that he could make mistakes one day.
His insecurity made him want to lock her by his side, unable to leave his sight even for a minute.
Such feelings were intense but suffocating for her.
He hurt her, and she never gave him a chance to learn to love.
Until both of them nearly paid with their lives, did the entanglement between them gradually calm.
And in repeatedly brushing shoulders with death, perhaps Bao Yancheng, this once extremely proud man, truly learned how to love her.