Mo Sichen lay in the hospital room, watching the time go by, waiting for the appointment he had with Xia Yunsheng, but she didn't come.
He tried calling her phone, but couldn't get through.
For him, life was so fleeting; he just wanted her to be by his side during his final days.
Yet, even that was so difficult!
He held the drawing board, sketching, as Mo Yuchen came in from outside and looked at him, "Sheng hasn't come over?"
"No." His gaze appeared very lonely.
Mo Yuchen didn't know how to console him.
In this world, the first thing that's hardest to control is coughing, the second is love.
She couldn't stop her brother from liking Xia Yunsheng.
Liking Xia Yunsheng was an irrefutable fact.
Seeing her stare at him for a long time, Mo Sichen raised his head to look at her, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Mo Yuchen smiled, "Growing up, I never imagined what it would be like for my brother to love a woman, but now I know."
