Liu Ou silently looked at her friend; she had lost a lot of weight.
Her complexion wasn't good either. Anyone familiar with her could tell she must have been having a tough time lately.
But Liu Ou was certain that Xie Xiao in the hospital room wouldn't be able to tell.
In Xie Xiao's eyes, Luo Yanran was just a school senior he wasn't very familiar with.
Xie Xiao's three years were filled only with thoughts of the girl named Zhou Mianmian.
Everyone knew that Luo Yanran was the one who saw things most clearly, yet she foolishly kept waiting for someone who never gave her a second glance, someone who was even rejected by others.
Liu Ou's eyes reddened, and Xie Xiao, who was beside Luo Yanran, also showed a look of distress and guilt.
He looked at the girl in front of him, whose eyes were red, and took her friend's hand, "It's okay, you always teased me for being love-struck. You should know me—I don't want to do anything other than at least see Xie Xiao alive."
