The days spent waiting was just like sitting on a thousand pins of needles. The time passed excruciatingly slow yet awfully fast and before Ma Meiying knew it, it was already the third day of the promised time. During those days, she was always by Ning Shaoze's bedside, serving him, cleaning him and accompanying him. Even though the man's eyes had become murky and cloudy, even though his wound had started to fester, she never left.
"Young Master…" Ma Meiying wiped his fingers one by one with dedication and utmost gentleness. His nails that had turned black were striking in color compared to his pale fingers. "Please wait for a while, okay? Soon, your medicine will arrive soon…"
Ma Meiying herself hadn't rested at all and her eyes were bloodshot and swollen. She didn't have time to tidy her haggard look. If Ning Shaoze could see her now, maybe he would have lost interest in her.
