Following this, a large hand clasped around her arm to steady her.
Li Shu froze and lifted her head. She saw Mo Xicheng standing in front of her.
There was a bandage around his head still.
He stood there now, looking rather pale, but eyeing her with an awkward expression of care and concern.
She could feel the warmth of his hand around her arm through the thin material of her sleeves, and it felt like the only warmth left in the world.
Her eyes filled with tears again and her vision blurred once more.
She tried hard to take a good look at Mo Xicheng, but her vision was blurry. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
Then a tissue appeared before her.
She paused and lifted her head. Mo Xicheng, in his hospital gown, was looking back at her.
He was thoughtfully holding out a napkin to her.
Her lips moved but no words came, as though she had lost her voice.
