No, Leng Zimo, you can't sleep!
If you fall asleep, you may never wake up again, Leng Zimo!
Look at the woman outside the window, she's still waiting there, look at her, watch her...
Leng Zimo stared at Luo Xiaoqian outside the window, gritting his teeth, and forced his eyes open once more.
Luo Xiaoqian noticed his movement, his gaze clearly more tired and unfocused than before.
"Zimo, don't sleep, Zimo, you must hold on!" she anxiously pounded on the window in front of her, calling his name, "Zimo..."
"He can't hear your voice!" Jiao Yang gently reminded beside her.
"Wait for me, Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian turned her face, quickly glanced around, and rushed to the table, pulling open drawers to search.
"What are you looking for?!" Jiao Yang walked over puzzled.
"A pen, give me a pen and paper..."
