Zimei quietly listened to him, her palms resting on her knees clenched tightly.
When her parents passed away, she was pursued everywhere, and at that time, she considered reaching out to Ye Cheng.
However, overnight she went from being a wealthy heiress to an orphan with no family or home. Zimei was devastated, and she simply couldn't face Ye Cheng in such a situation.
"I'm sorry, A Cheng," Zimei said softly.
"I'm not blaming you." Ye Cheng looked at her slightly pale face, reached out, and gently ruffled the top of her head. "I just regret not being able to be by your side back then."
Zimei nodded heavily, her nose tingling with a sharp sensation.
"A Cheng, if the results after seeing the ophthalmologist tomorrow are still not ideal..."
"It's okay." Ye Cheng got up and sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her: "Even if there's only a glimmer of hope, I won't give up."
Zimei was at a loss for words.
"It's late, shall we rest?" he said tenderly.
