Han Luoli held the overly frightened Gu Xiaoer, gently comforting her.
Gu Xiaoer's misty eyes glistened with large tears rolling down as she turned to look at the tightly closed doors of the operating room, clasping her hands together.
She stood straight at the door, hands clasped, her lashes fluttered down, tears shimmering.
"Xiao Yu, you must be alright..."
Her appearance while praying with her eyes closed was heart-wrenching.
Han Luoli stood behind her, also with a solemn gaze, deeply looking toward the direction of the operating room, his heart a mix of emotions.
He had once been very angry; Bai Xiaoyu, being his good brother, had actually fallen for his woman.
But now seeing him enter the operating room, he didn't know what emotion to feel, and silently followed Gu Xiaoer in praying that he would pull through.
He didn't want to see anything happen to him.
Having Bai Xiaoyu watching over him on days was quite nice.
