I love you.
I can't let you know anymore, but I still want to say it to you.
......
When Mo Shiqian woke up, it was the next morning.
The weather had cleared up, and it was a rare sunny day. The sunlight was bright, the sky a clear blue, and the light a faint golden color.
He opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Mu's relieved expression and Liang Manyue's joyous excitement. His throat was sore and hoarse, and it was difficult for him to speak, "Mom…"
Mrs. Mu quickly leaned in, worry etched on her face, "I'm here, Shiqian, what do you need? Are you in pain anywhere? Do you want me to call the doctor?" He gently shook his head and asked in a hoarse, calm voice, "Where is Chi Huan… Has she left?"
When he opened his eyes, all he saw were Mrs. Mu and Liang Manyue, and he felt a bit disappointed…
He remembered that she had come and had spoken, although he couldn't clearly hear what she had said, but he sensed she was very upset.
It seemed she had also cried.
Did she cry?
