There was no focus in her blank eyes. What was she thinking at that time?
She was really sick, not just with heart disease...
Song Yaoyao had never been so vulnerable, but she had never realized it as clearly as she did now: she was all alone in this world. If Huo Yunque hated her because of this, would she be homeless?
In the past, her parents and brother would always tell her gently that she had just had a dream and nothing had actually happened.
But now...
She held back her tears and looked over timidly.
Before she could see the man's expression clearly, she fell into a broad and refreshing embrace.
"Scared?"
His fingers seemed to have magic powers as they gently caressed her spine, inexplicably making her feel at ease.
She nodded gently, her voice hoarse and pitiful. "Gege, your injury, does it hurt..."
She did not want to hurt him.
He had lost so much blood, it was as if he had lost a piece of flesh.
