"Ranran..."
The voice choked up as Mo Yichen stood at the door of the hospital room, looking at that face he had missed countless times in his heart, feeling suddenly weak in the knees, making it hard for him to step forward.
He feared that if he lifted his foot, the dream would end.
Mo Yichen felt as if he were in a dream.
And Qiao Xinran, wasn't she under the same impression?
His eyes slightly aching, Mo Yichen dared not even blink as he gazed at Qiao Xinran, looking at her face paler than the sheets, feeling a stabbing pain in his heart over and over again.
The two of them locked eyes as if a century had passed, and a tear streamed down from Mo Yichen's deep-set eyes.
A man doesn't easily shed tears, but only because he hasn't reached the heartbreaking point.
Qiao Xinran suddenly smiled, stretching out her hand towards Mo Yichen and softly said, "Yichen..."
