Qin Wan gently held Mu Shaochen's distinct fingers with one hand.
With the other hand, she wiped the tears from his face.
Her voice was full of sorrowful sobs, "Shaocheng, won't you wake up, please?"
These days, Qin Wan appeared strong and optimistic on the surface.
Before the New Year, she told the shareholders of Mu Group that Mu Shaochen was just in a temporary coma.
And just a couple of days ago, she comforted Grandma, saying that Mu Shaochen would definitely wake up.
Even to Enen and Xinxin, she never said that he was injured.
She merely said he was too tired from work and needed a longer sleep.
Once he got enough rest, he would come to play with them.
But all that strength and optimism wasn't from the heart; she was just afraid that the people around her would worry, and it was for the stability of the company.
Her heart was more panicked, more afraid, and more sorrowful than anyone's.
"Are you blaming me for ignoring you before, and that's why you won't wake up?"
