When she smiled, she was as graceful as the moon, and as delicate as a flower.
Ji Xun lowered his eyes.
He had always been indifferent, unconcerned about everything. His family often said that, apart from medicine, he was painfully dull in understanding human emotions and worldly affairs. He never felt himself slow before; not everything in the world required astuteness and proficiency. He preferred to focus more on matters of importance, not realizing until now what his slowness had cost him.
He understood too late, even losing the chance to fight for it.
"Doctor Ji?" Lu Tong's voice reached his ears.
Ji Xun came back to his senses and looked at the person in front of him. After a moment, he spoke softly, "Back in the Medical Officer Institute, I accused you of treating illnesses without regard for the means and lacking in medical ethics. My words were harsh, and it was my mistake for believing hearsay. I apologize to you once again."
