"Why should I be afraid of you?” Angeline asked.
The man fixed his gaze on her. "What if I told you, I have a very special identity. I can control whether you're alive or dead, and even crush you to death like a n ant. Would you be afraid?"
Angeline extended her unharmed hand. The man was slightly startled. How dare this woman boss him around?
In the end, he still helped her to her feet.
Angeline raised her eyes to him. Her brows were melancholic, and her eyes were beautiful. They looked like the kind of poems that were difficult to understand, with a deep and hidden meaning that enraptured people.
"If you do have that kind of power, please, I beg you, crush me to death now," she pleaded, the sadness evident in her voice.
The smile on the man's face froze. Suddenly, he remembered how she had thrown herself into his car’s way without abandon when it happened eight days ago.
"I can’t believe I forgot. You were already seeking death."
Angeline flopped back down on her bed, ignoring him.
The man had always despised women who did not appreciate their lives. However, for some reason, he could not bring himself to despise Angeline Severe.
He thought it was odd. What was so special about this woman to the point where it cured him of his mysophobia and hematophobia? Not only that, he did not feel any distaste when she touched him.
"Tell me, what’s your name?" he asked.
"Angeline Severe,” she answered.
"Alright, I’ll go visit your parents one day. You’ll just have to wait to be my bride." The man hung the infusion bag on the nearby rack and turned around to leave.
Angeline looked at him depressedly. "Are you mad?"
The man turned around. "Aren't you happy that I’m marrying you?"
Angeline asked, "Why should I marry you?"
The man walked back toward her and laid out his reasons. "I saved you, and you gave me your life in return. Besides, it just so happens that I don't resent you.”
Angeline began coughing violently. "That’s not love. Real love, is me liking you and accepting you for who you are. I live in this world because of you. I work hard because of you. I'll only be happy when you're happy.”
The man acted as if he had just heard a fairytale."
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