This kind of reaction was akin to death by a thousand cuts, making him feel so much pain that he could hardly breathe.
"Weiwei, say something. Why aren't you speaking? Are you mad at me? Yes, you should be angry and furious. It was my fault, I..."
"Mo Qian!" His words were suddenly cut off by Jin Qichuan from behind.
Jin Qichuan stepped forward and pulled him away from Ji Wei's bedside: "She just woke up and is very weak. Don't keep pressing her like this."
Because Mo Qian had been squatting there, his legs were a bit numb. When Jin Qichuan pulled him, he stumbled back two steps.
His face was pale, his eyes full of sorrow as he kept staring at the woman on the bed, unwilling to look away.
Jin Qichuan leaned slightly closer and gently asked Ji Wei, "Are you thirsty and want some water, right?"
Ji Wei looked at him for a few seconds, her eyes showing a slight change, then she slowly nodded.
