Ye Xiaotao nodded. She knew it, she knew it all.
It didn't matter. As long as the surgery was successful, it was good that he was still alive.
Perhaps there would be another surgery. No one knew when this painful torture would end. It didn't matter. She would be by his side forever.
In the ICU.
Leng Hao was still unconscious. He wore an oxygen mask on his face and had an IV drip on his hand. Ye Xiaotao sat by the bed with bloodshot eyes. She did not know where she could touch him.
He would not feel pain wherever she touched him.
Had he been living like this for the past two months?
He was alone.
She left him alone.
Hot tears blurred her vision. Ye Xiaotao sobbed. She bent down and placed a gentle and tender kiss on his forehead.
Leng Hao, do you know that I love you?
If you love me too, then please persevere. We agreed that we would laugh and get hurt together in the future...
…...
The next morning.
