Slowly, she bent her head. Her rosy lips met his thin lips. She blinked, and the clear tears that had been suppressed in her eyes for so long fell onto his face.
"Quan Jingwu, I'll allow you to sleep a bit more, but you have to wake up tomorrow, okay?"
No matter what she said, there was no response from the man's low and husky voice.
Jian Qing wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the nape of his neck. Cold liquid trickled down her cheeks, dampening his collar.
Outside, the small living room was shrouded in worry.
"Auntie, we've brought the things." The door opened, and Quan Yifei and Quan Mingxuan walked in quickly, holding several bags.
Jian Qing didn't know how long they would have to stay in the hospital, so they brought several sets of washing and changing clothes.
Rhee took the bags from them and put them on the sofa.
"It's getting late. You should go back first. Ahao and I will stay here. Everyone has been busy for so long and didn't even have lunch."
