Then, the man smiling before her slowly disappeared.
She desperately shouted, "Don't go, don't go."
But he seemed unable to hear her, and he vanished.
"No...!"
The woman suddenly sat up from her bed; outside, the sky was just beginning to lighten with dawn.
She glanced at the time, seven o'clock.
Her forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and her heart was still racing uncontrollably.
Without hesitation, Song Yi threw off the covers and ran downstairs.
Fu Jingsheng seemed not to have slept all night; he was standing before the instrument panel, adjusting medications and observing data.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw the woman standing at the top of the stairs.
"Sis, up so early?"
"I was thinking of making breakfast for you in 10 minutes."
He was smiling, though his voice was a bit hoarse.
Because of Tang Si's illness, he had indeed been working tirelessly for a month or two.
