"That's right, just like that," Gu's father said, and then he pulled out the blood drawing syringe and left the ward with the blood sample.
After Gu's father left, Luo Mengmeng saw that Gu Zhihan was still here, so she hurriedly pushed him, "Gu Zhihan, you should leave quickly, too. If I really am infected, you could get it too!"
"It doesn't matter."
Gu Zhihan shook his head, steadfastly staying by her side.
"Are you crazy? What if you get infected by me?" Luo Mengmeng's voice began to choke, and tears "soshed" down.
"Don't cry," Gu Zhihan quickly wiped away her tears, then said extremely seriously, word by word, "Even if I get infected, I would be willing."
"We were born into this world together, and if we could die together, that would also be a blessing," Gu Zhihan said as he embraced her feverish body into his arms, his eyes filled only with starlight-like tenderness and indulgence, without the slightest hint of aversion.
"Wow! Why are you being so silly!"
