Mu Mian was frantically pacing until Du Jie brought her directly to Xue Ye's room at his villa. He lay on the bed, his face and body covered with wounds of various sizes, a thick cast enveloping his leg, an oxygen tube attached to his face. The once proud and spirited man now lay motionless.
She walked up tremblingly and squatted beside him, her tears already overflowing as she grabbed his hand. She cried so hard that she could barely make a sound.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It's all my fault."
"Xue Ye, Xue Ye... wake up, please wake up."
"You said you liked me, that you didn't care about my relationship with Gong Heng. Now, I don't care about anything either, I don't think about anything anymore, please, wake up..."
As Mu Mian watched him lying there immobile, her heart ached as if being cut by knives, spasms wracking her chest. She remembered all the things he had done for her, how he once said, "I may break my word to the whole world, but I always keep my promises to you."
