Xia Ling sighed softly. In some situations, hate and love were intertwined.
Li Lei half knelt and held her hand beside the hospital bed. Looking at her with deep and quiet eyes, he asked, "Xiao Ling, do you think I was not vicious enough?"
She felt warmth in her heart as she shook her head.
She reached out and touched his soft short hair. "I just like it when you're silly."
This man she loved had principles and a bottom line. Even if he were provoked to the extreme, he would not do anything horrible or vicious. That was why she felt safe and could depend on him.
Thus, he smiled softly. "You're the silly one."
She touched his short hair again. "Yes. I was too silly, that's why I fell for you."
The two of them looked at each other gently and smiled.
