Ji Weixi shook her head firmly.
Li Shaoling beamed and stretched out his hands to embrace her. When she caught the cool scent over his body, she cried even harder.
He was dead. He really wasn't dead.
He was so alive right in front of her eyes.
On the other hand, he thought that she was much skinnier, and had even become misshapen.
Her usually rosy and bright small face was now pale and dark, her eyes losing her usual spirit.
Li Shaoling could feel the small woman in his arms shaking. Pursing his lips and closing his eyes, he hid the pain showing just beneath his eyes.
After a long hug, he picked her up and went inside her room in the hospital, running headlong into Jiang Yigu and the little one.
"Daddy!" The little one pounced happily and hugged him. "I knew you weren't dead!"
Li Shaoling smiled, and looked up to meet Jiang Yigu's eyes, and nodded in tacit understanding.
