of course, she hadn't gained any weight since she was sick, and there were only two or three days left until the new year.
she was almost fully recovered, but her body was still very weak. her small face was sharp and thin, and it was easily buried in her black hair.
Qin mo reached out and gently held her wrist.
there were many needle marks there because of the iv drip over the past few days. there was a faint blue on the back of her white hand, which made one's heart ache.
his heart ached for her, and he laid down beside her with his clothes on. it was warm after a while, and he reached out to pull the small and fragile little thing into his arms.
he huan did wake up for a moment, but she quickly closed her eyes again, her little face resting in his arms.
