"Caihong. Here, I brought some juice for you," Zizi softly whispered.
They were in Xiaosi's ward where Caihong was seated on a chair beside Xiaosi's bed. The doctor allowed her to stay in the ward, seeing her insist on being with him.
Her gaze was focused only on Xiaosi, who lay on the bed, unconscious. His breathing was calm and normal and his face had regained some of its lost color too.
Caihong slowly shook her head without leaving her gaze off him. "I don't want it, Zizi."
It felt as if she had lost all her strength. Her voice sounded weak and vulnerable.
Zizi pursed her lips and put her hand upon hers. "Caihong, I understand your condition. But you will become sick if you stay like this."
Silence.
"Tomorrow when Xiaosi will wake up, you wouldn't want him to see you in such a weak state, right?"
She trembled. "I am sorry, Zizi. But I am really not in the mood. I just want to stay beside Xiaosi for now."
