However, Han Yiwei didn't mind. As long as Tangtang needed him, as long as Tangtang missed him, that was enough.
No one knew how much of a blessing it was from heaven that Tangtang could come back to life, and he felt deeply grateful.
Whenever he thought of that day, watching Tangtang's blood slowly draining, her pulse growing weaker and weaker, yet being utterly powerless to help—it was a pain that tore at his soul.
He had been anxiously waiting, passing days like years, wishing he could take all the sins and bear them himself instead of her.
No one knew how emotional Han Yiwei was when he saw the helicopter arriving, the thrill of coming back from the brink of death, of a shattered hope reigniting.
When he saw Han Dongchen standing cold-faced at the helicopter door, Han Yiwei didn't feel the fear and unease he normally did, nor the frustration of his own pride or toxic masculinity. All he felt was overwhelming gratitude, overwhelming emotion.
