A pair of tear-filled eyes remained fixed on Shangguan Yu, unwilling to miss even a single glance.
She had never imagined she could look at him so openly, only now when he was injured and unconscious.
Gu Yao couldn't help but reach her hand towards his face, but her hand trembled uncontrollably. The closer it got to his face, the more it shook.
Finally, her hand rested on his face, and Gu Yao's eyes were filled with tenderness. To be this close to him was something she never dared to dream of.
Gu Yao's face was covered in tears, and beneath her mask, her face was full of restraint and sadness.
How did he get so thin?
He was perfectly fine the last time I saw him before going abroad. It's been less than a month, and he's lost so much weight.
Shangguan Yu, tell me, in my past life, did I commit evil deeds or good ones? Meeting you, was it my fortune or misfortune?
