The petite woman went directly to the room upstairs, where the man lay on the master bed. The man, who always seemed to hold the world in disdain, now lacked the icy aura that used to make one feel cold and distant. His handsome face was pale, lying there with a deep sense of weariness, his eyes tightly shut, lashes drooping, showing a vulnerability never seen before.
The petite woman walked in, sat by the edge of the bed, and once again, tears fell like a flowing flood. Shen Yuyu's tears dropped one by one on Shang Pinhao's large hand. She mumbled, her voice filled with heartbroken sobs. Her path of love was rough, but she truly hoped this man she had always loved would wake up soon. If he woke up, she would love him without complaint. She was destined to give more in this life. As long as he was well, she would accept it.
"Yes, we will be fine."
