Old Bai didn't wake up, his pale lips murmured incoherently, yet he repeatedly called out for her. His hand raised in mid-air, as if desperately grasping for something.
Pei Yuelan snapped back to reality, bent down, and held his hand, "I'm here, I'm right here."
When her hand grasped his, the panicked and uneasy Old Bai suddenly calmed down as if he was comforted.
His large palm tightly held her hand, placed it on his heart, and at that moment, two streams of hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
Pei Yuelan looked at his temples wet with tears, and her eyes inexplicably turned red. She raised her other hand and gently wiped away his tears, whispering, "Why are you crying all of a sudden? Did you recall something sad?!"
After she met Old Bai, Mo Qiansu had told her about his amnesia.
She had always been pained by his experience and hoped that he would recover his memory and find his family.
