The night was cool and breezy, as if the warm season was supposed to arrive.
Ye Haofan, looking haggard, sat by the bed, watching Han Yingying's sleeping face, his heart still uneasy.
It had been three days, and she only occasionally woke up to eat a bit, then fell back asleep, so quiet that she hardly even turned over.
He could only repeatedly check Han Yingying's forehead temperature to ensure she was just asleep.
His hand unconsciously caressed Han Yingying's tender cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear, his hoarse voice oddly tender.
"Han Yingying, get well soon, healthy and back by that man's side, live the life you want with joy, be incredibly happy for me to see, let me know how absurdly wrong I was, how foolish, and leave me no chance to regret letting go," he said.
Was it too late for him to realize his mistakes now?
"Ye Haofan, take a break, you haven't slept for three days and nights," Rong Lin said gently, her heart aching for him.
