"Mochen, you should leave too!" Shen Qingyan said, unable to bear seeing each of them saddened beyond control.
Actually, wasn't Shen Qingyan, who guarded Xinxin day and night, feeling the same?
How she wished that if she turned around, she'd see Xinxin's smiling face. How she wished that when she woke up, she'd hear Xinxin's voice... For three months, over ninety days, she lived between hope and disappointment every day.
This torment, Nan Mochen could see and feel it in his heart.
He stood up, hugged Shen Qingyan, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing, thank you..."
"Mochen, when Xinxin wakes up, let's get married!" Shen Qingyan softly said.
Nan Mochen was taken aback: If Xinxin never wakes up, will they never get married?
Shen Qingyan tried to smile: "Xinxin wouldn't want us to waste our time for her; she will wake up. I want Xinxin to be my bridesmaid; wouldn't that be great?"
She still held onto hope.
