Beau, who was lying on the bed, remained motionless, as if he had not heard Eliza's words at all.
She closed her eyes, and the sadness from the bottom of her heart came one after another.
She could not describe her current feelings.
The moment she saw Beau, it was as though her world was suddenly colorful.
But now, it had turned greyish white.
She held Beau's hand tightly, tears falling silently, falling on the man's palm drop by drop.
"Please wake up quickly?"
Eliza bit her lips and tried not to let her voice be so sad.
"Without you, I really don't know how to live on..."
If what others say about Beau was true, he would die of organ failure one year later.
Then what was the point of her living?
She did not know.
She could not even find a single reason for her own survival after Beau's death.
Perhaps others would say that it was for the children.
