She thought, as time passed and days grew longer, Enson's scar would eventually heal, become numb, unfeeling, and never hurt again.
No more hesitations, no more entanglements, and no more struggling in such desperate and chaotic choices.
Ling Momo kept warning herself over and over in her heart, and then she gradually calmed down.
After a long while, she curved her lips into a smile, looked at the man holding her, and whispered, "Teacher... from today on, I am your eyes."
Li Qingshen just held her, feeling melancholic deep in his heart.
Now, he was practically helpless, unable to manage even the basic necessities of life on his own, which was worlds apart from his former self.
If asked whether he regretted, he did not regret at all.
However, these past few days, he had been hesitant about one thing—the surgery, whether to go through with it or not.
