She felt his presence beside her. He had grasped her limp and heavy hand. Only the beeping of machines and the sound of his tears filled the room for a long time. If Qian Meng could wake up, she would cry with him. She wanted to.
"God," he choked out eventually. "Please, god. Please…" His voice was raspy. He was tired and broken. "You can't take her from me. You can't…"
It sounded like a desperate plea, a last resort. The man was not religious. She knew this because she knew him inside out. But his heart was breaking so painfully that he couldn't think straight.
Her heartbeat grew stronger at the sound of his voice. She felt a pang of victory. It was a small miracle. This was the part that confounded science.
Her body had migrated through parallel universes to be here, so it was prone to moving again and again. But this desperate voice filled with the love and prayer of Qingchen bound her.
He squeezed her hand. "I love you…" he whispered.
