As she spoke, Yun Shishi laughed at herself. "We only realize how precious a person is when we're on the verge of losing them. Thinking back, Little Yichen has always been very sensible. That day, when he was critically ill, I waited outside the door and kept recalling the past. I felt too much indebted to him."
"There will be plenty of opportunities to make it up to him in the future."
"I'm only afraid that we won't have the chance…"
"Don't say self-discouraging things like that." Mu Yazhe paused for a moment before quickly consoling her. "The vaccine is almost ready. Don't think too much and stop letting your imagination run wild. Go to bed early!"
"Uh huh!" She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, indulging in a rare moment of restful sleep.
…
The next day, the sun shone brightly. The gloomy weather of the past days finally came to an end.
