"Are you okay?" Xia Yiwan forced down her unease, gazing gently at Si Mo.
This was her first time realizing the horrors of this disease.
She watched helplessly as Si Mo went from being perfectly fine two days ago, to becoming pale and weak.
That feeling of heartache, desperately wanting to take on his pain but being utterly powerless, only those who have experienced it can truly understand.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Seeing her withered and dispirited face, Si Mo also felt pained.
Mu Qianxun had arranged for a helicopter early in the morning. As soon as they confirmed Si Mo could tolerate the trip, they flew towards the Mediterranean Sea.
At that moment, morning had barely broken in Athens.
The sun's rays pierced through the clouds, appearing at the horizon where the sky met the sea, casting a warm golden hue on everything around.
Xia Yiwan had no time to appreciate the beauty of the sunrise, her eyes anxiously fixed on Si Mo, fearing she might miss any signs of discomfort.
