He lies there alone, so lonely and helpless, so haggard.
That pale face is truly devoid of any color, making her heart twist with pain.
"Alvin." Nangong Lin choked as she walked over, step by step towards the bed, where there's only a small high stool. She sat on it, looking at his incredibly pale face with heartache.
"How can you be so foolish?" She couldn't help but reach out to touch his pale features, gently tracing them as if trying to engrave his image into her very bones.
"You tell me, what's the point of working so hard for me? In the end, you're lying here, unconscious. The doctor said you might become a vegetable, do you understand what that means? It's like being asleep for years, not dead but not alive either. You ended up like this, aren't you afraid I'll find someone else to marry?
So, do you see how foolish you are?"
As she spoke, Nangong Lin's tears fell, landing on Alvin's hand.
She hurriedly took his hand and carefully wiped them away.
