After a short moment of confusion, Mu Qing quickly recalled what had happened.
Seeing Zhao Anan's pretty eyes turning into peaches from crying, a faint smile appeared on his pale face. "Don't cry, I'm not dead, right? You can cry after I die! If you dry your tears now, you won't be able to cry when I die, right?"
"Pei Pei Pei!"
Zhao Anan was so angry that she stopped crying."Don't talk nonsense. Take back what you said!"
Mu Qing used to joke like this a lot, but Zhao Anan had never taken it seriously.
But she couldn't bear to hear Mu Qing say that. She had been worried for the whole night that he would never wake up again.
She was worried when she thought of the wedding the day before, when Mu Qing had risked his life to take the bullet for her. She would rather be the one who was hit.
