Tang Yan stood at the bedside, his gaze fixed intently on Jin Mo. She looked as if she were simply asleep, her face calm, and her limbs arranged just as they had been before, never having moved.
"Jin Mo, please wake up, I haven't apologized to you yet. I shouldn't have kept it from you, I know that the matter was important to you. I'm also aware of how much you've always cared about your father's death. But I didn't want you to think that it was related to me and consequently affect our relationship," he said.
As Tang Yan spoke, his eyes began to uncontrollably redden, and his voice gradually broke.
"Don't leave me alone, wake up, alright?"
No matter what Tang Yan said, Jin Mo showed no reaction at all, as if she couldn't hear him speaking.
He knew that if Jin Mo continued on like this, she might never wake up again, becoming a vegetative person, laying in bed for life, or gradually losing her breath as time passed.
