He involuntarily lifted his head high and took a deep breath to suppress the choke in his throat before he continued speaking, "Chuxia, do you know? Actually... I'm very scared..."
"But, I can't show fear in front of Mom because... I am now her only support. I can't fall. As long as I don't fall, she won't either, right?"
"Chuxia, if... if you could stay by my side, how wonderful that would be..."
He muttered so much, each sentence filled with hope, but sadly, his voice could only gradually dissipate in the air. Ling Chuxia was sleeping quietly and never answered his question.
With a plop, a teardrop, stemming from Shi Che's eyes, fell onto Ling Chuxia's cheek and then slid off.
Shi Che shut his eyes and took a gentle, deep breath. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, and the look in them had shed all vulnerability, returning to his usual indifference.
