Song Jiaqi held onto Ye Yang's hand without letting go, gripping it tightly with both hands.
"Let go first..." Ye Yang said softly, patting her with the other hand, "Song Jiaqi?"
Because of her fidgeting, the IV bottle wobbled, and at this rate, the back of her hand would swell!
"Why..." she murmured, tears sliding past the corners of her eyes, soaking the pillow.
"Song Jiaqi..." Ye Yang was stunned.
He gently pushed her a little.
Was she talking in her sleep?
Unable to hear clearly what she was saying, he leaned down slightly, and suddenly—his foot slipped, and he fell forward.
In the midst of this commotion, Song Jiaqi drowsily opened her eyes and murmured, "Ye Yang..."
Was she dreaming?
In her dream, Ye Yang was so close to her...
This person was outrageously attractive... How could he be so good-looking?
He seemed as if he hadn't aged at all...
"I..." Ye Yang hesitated, trying to get up.
