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Suddenly, Luo Qiangwei let out a faint moan and turned over.
Mo Shiche withdrew his hand as fast as lightning, staring at her with the tense anticipation of a child caught stealing sugar, afraid that he had awakened her.
Assured that she hadn't awoken, Mo Shiche moved off the bed lightly and walked to the balcony.
[Five years, ten years, or twenty years, will you still be with us?]
Even without anyone telling him, Mo Shiche knew all too well why the first words Mu Yunshen spoke to him upon awakening were: "Shiche, come home."
In the past, Mu Yunshen would always force him to stay, to get treatment, telling him that he would get better someday.
So gradually, he came to believe that too, he thought he might get better, he even harbored that kind of... ridiculous, naive hope.
