Ye Qingwan's breathing suddenly stopped.
He hung up the phone.
She looked down at the man on the bed.
His eyes were half-open as he looked at her weakly and painfully.
Just a glance.
Tears flowed out of her eyes.
She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying.
Gu Shimo watched as her tears fell like pearls from a broken string.
His heart ached.
He raised his hand gently and said hoarsely," Wanwan, don't cry.""
This sentence, Wanwan doesn't cry, didn't stop Ye Qingwan's tears.
Instead, it made her tear up like a flood.
It was out of control.
She simply cried out loud. As she cried, she complained," It's your fault for not protecting yourself. It's your fault for being unconscious for a few days. I've said so many things to you, but you didn't reply to me at all."
".."
Gu Shimo frowned, not only because of the pain in his wound, but also because his heart ached for her sadness.
His eyes were filled with guilt and heartache.
