Watching Ye Wanwan with her eyes closed, her complexion extremely haggard, Shen Yi's face paled.
For some reason, whenever he looked at Ye Wanwan, he had the eerie illusion that she, at this moment, completely overlapped with the person in the photo on the tombstone in his dreams.
"Wanwan!" Shen Yi's voice was hoarse, filled with panic, and he trembled uncontrollably as he held Ye Wanwan in his arms.
Medical staff rushed over, intending to check on Ye Wanwan's condition and wanting Shen Yi to let her go, but it was as if he couldn't see them at all.
Ye Wanwan, hearing the familiar voice beside her, struggled to open her eyes, her breathing was very rapid, yet she managed a labored smile at Shen Yi.
Seeing Ye Wanwan open her eyes, Shen Yi's heart seemed to settle down slightly.
"Wanwan," just looking at her exceptionally frail appearance, Shen Yi felt overwhelming distress, gently calling her name, as if afraid that speaking too loudly would startle her.
