After Li Muyao entered Huo Jiling's room, she was a little overwhelmed by the excitement and joy that she felt when Old Madam He said that he might wake up.
Li Muyao, who had been standing at the door for a few seconds, finally couldn't resist the desire in her heart. She walked to Huo Jiling's bed and laid her hands on the beautiful hands that had been holding his heart day and night.
Li Muyao held Huo Jiling's slender white hand with one hand and looked at the time with the other. She took two deep breaths and said,"Huo Jiling, it's five minutes to midnight.
After midnight, it means that my 19th birthday is about to pass.
If you don't wake up and wish me a happy birthday, there won't be a nineteenth birthday in the future."
