But more cruel than this was the eternally cold bed beside him, absent of her warmth forever.
He held her tighter, almost wanting to merge her into his bones and blood.
Qiao Mo frowned, "How can you sleep like this when you're holding so tight?"
He remained silent, yet unwilling to let go.
Qiao Mo was helpless, feeling a bit dazed as she leaned against his warm chest.
...
Close to noon, they finally got up.
After another nap, Qiao Mo didn't feel embarrassed at all.
But what worried her most was Chenchen's illness.
After he prepared lunch, she brought it to him, probing, "What have you decided?"
"We'll go to the hospital in the afternoon to see Chenchen."
Qiao Mo felt uncertain, and once he turned his back, she made a big face at him.
How annoying, couldn't he be a bit more straightforward?
After the meal, Qiao Mo took a shower and put on makeup.
