To him, the word 'uncle' was like a sharp knife, stabbing into his heart.
At this moment, he finally felt what it was like to be in so much pain.
"Mianmian!" Huo ting shouted loudly.
He suddenly woke up. Huo ting tried hard to open his eyes. The scene in front of him was a bit illusory, as if the TV screen was covered with a layer of snowflakes.
He panted heavily.
It was an illusion! This was all an illusion! He told himself! Don't believe it!
He furrowed his brows and massaged the space between his eyebrows.
After a long time, his headache finally got better.
Huo ting secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did he feel uncomfortable all over and even broke out in a cold sweat.
He looked back at su Mianmian, only to find that she was still sleeping soundly and not woken up by him.
Huo ting covered her with the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he came out and lay back in bed with a trace of fatigue.
