Tianxing sat by the bedside, gently holding his hand, pressing it against her face.
"Yuntian, I miss you so much."
Thinking about when he called that afternoon saying he missed her made her heart feel like it was being stabbed, almost unbearable.
Throughout the past day and night, she had thought more than once, if she hadn't left, if she had stayed by his side, would things have turned out differently?
Tears fell drop by drop onto his hand, but the owner of the hand remained there with eyes tightly closed, his face pale.
The next evening, Po Xiaoyan and Yun Luoying rushed back from London.
Seeing Tianxing in the hospital room, Po Xiaoyan's face was unpleasant.
"Aunt." Tianxing quickly stood up and greeted.
Po Xiaoyan pursed her lips, "Come with me for a moment."
With that, she turned and walked out of the hospital room. Tianxing bit her lip, glanced at Yuntian who was still unconscious, and followed her out to the corridor.
