“Stop pretending!” Xyla was mad. “Rowan, do you think you’re the only one who’s an expert in medicine? Can you deceive someone who is not as smart as me instead!?”
She pointed at his arm. She was laughing from rage. “Look! The place that you poked and I did isn’t the same acupoint!”
“Xyla…”
Rowan called out to her weakly, and then he smiled like an idiot.
Why was she the same when she was young!?
He remembered that she would poke him with a needle when she was mad. Sometimes, he would be poked over ten times when he talked with women. Half of his body would be numb.
He thought it was strange that an over-10-year-old girl could poke a needle so accurately.
He realized it made sense. She was the princess of the Irwins. The family had been the royalty’s doctors for generations. She was blessed with talent and knowledge in medicine, unlike him, who had to work hard and take small steps to get what he had.
There were no shortcuts—he had to push through, just like the revenge that year.
The moment Xyla broke up with him, he had been heartbroken but had pushed through.
He could no longer do that now. He could not go on.
“Xyla, can you let me speak—”
“You don’t have to.” Her voice was shaking. “When you recover and get discharged, let’s pretend we never knew each other.”
“Xyla!”
She stared him directly into his eyes. “Rowan, don’t forget your promise!”
Rowan was stunned. If he could turn back time, he would eagerly strangle himself when he made that promise.
What the h*ll? Why did he make that promise? He had even said they would not bother each other and never see each other again?
Someone must have hit him in the head!
He took a deep breath in and saw Xyla turning around. She looked old, no longer thin and beautiful like when she was young.
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