Time Travel to Become Your Sweetheart novel Chapter 262

A knock on the door interrupted Pearl's thoughts. She stood up to open it. Her legs were numb because she had been squatting on the ground for a long time, she had to hold the wall and stumbled forward.

"Who is it?" she asked.

Every night, strange sounds would come from here. Some people laughed, some sang, and some cried out in despair. Someone would die in two or three days with their bodies being carried out to be cremated.

The RS virus was more destructive to the body than to the spirit of a person.

Robert did not dare to speak but only stand at the door silently. He was afraid that if he said something, Pearl would not open the door for him. As her footsteps gradually approached, he was extremely nervous.

"It's me," Robert replied.

The outside was silent. He just told Robert that he had finally come, and hoped it was not too late.

Pearl opened the door. She could not believe her eyes and she thought it was a dream. Just as she was about to close the door, Robert pushed open the door to get into.

The room was very simple, dark, and dim with curtains hanging around. Robert put the big package on the ground and did not know what to say.

Before Robert came, he had already braced for the worst. He was thinking that even if Pearl was infected by the RS Virus with pus and blood on her body, he would firmly hold her in his arms.

He was her doctor and he liked her too.

Luckily, Pearl just looked thinner. She was well except with her skin slightly pale, scattered with dense red dots on the face.

"Why are you here?"

Pearl asked Robert coldly. In her eyes, this place was horrible. She was infected with the virus and her life was in the countdown. She didn't want to meet him at this time.

"I, I was infected by the virus too."

Robert lied. He did not dare to look her in the eye. He knew that he could not deceive Pearl, but maybe she would believe him.

"Robert, get out!"

Pearl covered her face and said angrily without the slightest joy of seeing him rather than sorrow.

People here would die every day, and if they were infected, there's no hope to reverse the situation.

"I just came back from abroad and I am very tired," Robert said.

He pretended to be relaxed.

"Don't evade my question. Answer me. Why are you here? I don't believe that you are infected."

Pearl tried to keep a distance from Robert as much as possible. She was afraid she would infect her. She didn't want to involve him.

"Pearl, listen to me."

Robert stepped forward and wanted to hug Pearl, but she dodged.

"I am your doctor, and I should be responsible for you." Robert found an excuse.

He closed and locked the door.

"I don't need you to accompany me. Get out! Get out!"

Pearl forced herself not to cry. She needed company, but she didn't want him to die. Even he was her psychologist.

Robert still had a bright future, and she was already a burden to him.

The person who had been known her for four years, but Pearl gritted her teeth, trying not to give him a look.

Pearl was very afraid that if Robert left, she would have no chance to see him anymore.

"I won't go! What do you think this place is? Since I came in, I can't get out."

They had not known each other for long, but Robert understood Pearl was stubborn but soft-hearted, and she liked to shoulder everything herself.

That's why he felt even more distressed for her. He opened the bag. Inside it were her clothes, things that she liked to eat, and the little bear that she had to hug when sleeping.