Lian Qiao...
Mu Qingge silently chanted the name, an indescribable emotion lingering in her heart, unable to be shaken off.
Lian Qiao said, she got what she wanted.
Yet, Mu Qingge still felt a sense of guilt.
Holding Si Mo, she still didn't let go, letting him listen to her heartbeat, waiting for him to wake up.
In a daze, Si Mo felt like he had gone through a great battle, where he seemed to have been severely wounded, almost dying.
At the moment of his near-death, his little Ge'er came.
He saw his little Ge'er worried for him, panicking, and her eyes filled with fear and despair.
'I actually made little Ge'er worry, damn it!' Si Mo cursed himself inside.
He also remembered that Mu Qingge fed him with her own blood to save him, trying to restore his vitality. These scenes kept looping in his mind, making him unwilling to leave like this, unwilling to see Mu Qingge heartbroken, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
