All Baili Xia knew was that she wanted Uncle to wake up, eagerly waiting for him to regain consciousness.
Even, if she had to exchange a life right now.
She would willingly lay sick in bed in Uncle's place.
Uncle came to school specifically to attend her charity sale.
If not for her, he would not have needed to go to the Imperial College at all.
If he hadn't gone to the Imperial College, he wouldn't have been poisoned or harmed by someone.
All of this was her fault.
Her throat was dry and bitter, and she couldn't help but choke up.
But she feared that her sobbing would disturb the person inside.
She pressed her hand tightly against her lips, but tears still slipped down uncontrollably.
Mu Xiaoyao cast his gaze down, watching the silently weeping girl in his arms, feeling inexplicably complex.
The whole day, she put on a strong front, pretending to be happy and strong.
But at the sight of Uncle, she completely lost control of her emotions.
