Love?
How could she not love.
Luo Qiangwei didn't even take off her shoes as she climbed onto the hospital bed and lay down beside Mo Shiche.
She held his arm, her slender hand stroking the man's handsome, albeit slightly pale face, inch by inch, tangled in deep attachment.
[I love you.]
[It doesn't matter who it is, it has nothing to do with you, let's go after this is over, to see the world you want to see, alright?]
Luo Qiangwei's nose felt sour, and her eyes slowly reddened.
Why lie to her.
He had promised to take her away when it was all over, to show her the world...
Her throat choked up with difficulty, and she murmured, "Dull Mo..."
Tears rolled down her fair cheeks, her voice so low she could hardly hear herself, a vulnerability she didn't want anyone to see, "Do you know... how much I miss you..."
But why... why did you have to forget everything?
...
When Mo Shiche opened his eyes, it was already completely light.
