Yu Xiao remembered it clearly.
That day, she was in so much pain she was about to pass out, and everything in her vision doubled.
All she could make out was a pair of hands with distinct knuckles, a handsome profile, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
She didn’t know who he was.
But with the last of her strength, she clutched the hem of his white coat.
The nurse beside her tried to pry her fingers loose. “Miss, let go for now. The doctor needs to get ready for surgery, ”
She didn’t let go. She only gripped him tighter.
The dirt and blood on her hands smeared across his spotless white coat, leaving a filthy streak.
He didn’t move.
He looked down at her and said, “Let go. I have to prepare for surgery.”
Her lips were pale with pain, and her voice seemed to scrape its way out of her throat. “…Doctor, what’s your name?”
There was a two-second silence.
“Ji Xu.”
She curled her lips into a faint smile.
“Ji Xu…”
Then her hand went limp, and she passed out completely.
That utterly wretched first meeting was also the beginning of Yu Xiao falling for him.
Everyone said Ji Xu was detached and desireless, a man who kept his distance from women.
No matter how ardently she pursued him, step by step, he remained restrained and aloof.
But he had turned everyone down except her.
