Waking up again, the sunlight outside was very bright. She looked at the time; it was already past four in the afternoon. Turning sideways, she quietly watched Mo Liancheng in front of her. He lay there silently, his side profile beautifully captivating. Even though his complexion was still poor, pale and bloodless, he had a kind of morbid beauty.
What pained her was that he had grown thinner.
"Chengcheng, can you wake up for a while?" Qu Tan'er leaned close to his ear, murmuring, her small face nuzzling into his hair, inhaling his scent which inexplicably made her feel at ease. "Chengcheng, tell me how I can help you, will you? I don't know, I truly don't know how to help you!"
The more she spoke, the tighter her heart clenched.
What secret technique did he use that night? What exactly did he expend? She didn't know...
