"Do as you wish, just don't leave me... okay?" The moment Cheng Yanqing saw Shen Lan, he held onto her hand like a child and didn't let go.
Seeing his narrow eyes filled with redness, tears even streamed down his face. Shen Lan looked at the faint redness on her wrist, feeling her heart soften.
She gripped the blanket at the side of the bed tightly and withdrew her hand from Cheng Yanqing's.
She couldn't act like nothing had happened in the past.
Her emotional scar hadn't disappeared yet, seeing the pitiful look on this man's face, like a soaked puppy, stirred something inside her.
"After all, it was you who pushed me away," Shen Lan said, sitting at the edge of the bed, back against Cheng Yanqing, clenching the bedsheet, "What do you mean now?"
On the surface, he appeared quite haughty.
In reality, she had been waiting for him. If he could turn back and glance at her.
Maybe, she could turn back too...
