Meng Xi'er heard the door open and lifted her gaze, "Sinian."
Mo Sinian stared in disbelief at Meng Xi'er, who laid on the hospital bed. In just a few short days out of sight, she had become almost skeletal. Her eyes, which were once full of brightness and vitality, were now hollow and devoid of any spark of life.
It was as if he had returned to the time when he first met her.
She walked in from outside the room, sat before him, gently and politely called him, "Doctor."
When he raised his head, he saw those same eyes.
Tortured by pain to the point of losing the will to live.
On the brink of breakdown.
"Xixi." Mo Sinian's voice shook slightly. He walked towards her and sat down beside her, holding her hands in his. In a whispered tone, he asked, "What on earth happened over this week and a half? How did you...become like this?"
Meng Xi'er slowly turned her gaze to him. As she gazed at Mo Sinian's face, she softly said, "Thank you... for everything, lately."
