Before he met Chaoyan, he lived because he needed to live. After he met Chaoyan, he felt that he lived for Chaoyan. If Chaoyan was gone, nothing else mattered.
Zhou Huaijin felt so heavy-hearted. He kept repeating his moves.
He got excited when he sensed that Chaoyan's hands were moving. "Chaoyan?"
Gu Chaoyan did not respond to him, but her hands were still moving and she started looking better.
Zhou Huaijin felt extremely happy. It was as if he had seen hope!
He smiled and continued to wipe the handkerchief for her.
Gu Chaoyan frowned slightly and then opened her eyes. She looked tired and sounded hoarse. "What is it?"
"Nothing, nothing, Chaoyan." Zhou Huaijin felt her forehead.
Gu Chaoyan soon fell asleep again from exhaustion.
"Qing, come and wipe your Elder Miss' body. She might feel better this way," Zhou Huaijin said.
