"Xiaojing, don't sleep, look at me, you are not allowed to sleep. Can you hear me?" Jian Qing held him, her blood-soaked hands trembling almost imperceptibly.
"We're going to the hospital, to the hospital."
Quan Jingwu forced a smile, wiping away the tears spilling from her eyes, "Silly, I'm fine, why are you crying?"
"Shen Hao, bring the car over quickly." Jian Qing held him tightly, her usually calm eyes betraying her panic, she shouted loudly.
She looked down at the man in her arms, her fingertips cold against his cheek, "Xiaojing, don't sleep, I'm here with you, you can't sleep, okay?"
"Sweetheart, give me a kiss." He gazed at her affectionately, his voice low and laboured, barely hiding the effort it took for him to stay conscious.
