Xiao Moli, overwhelmed with heartache, said, "I'm sorry, An'an, I'm sorry..."
Desperately trying to lift his hand, wanting to wipe away the tears on her face.
He didn't want her to cry for him anymore.
A layer of sweat formed on his forehead from urgency, yet his hand only moved a very short distance.
An Ziqi finally noticed something was wrong, disregarding her tears, she hurriedly got up and turned on the bedside lamp.
Seeing Xiao Moli drenched in sweat, she quickly reached out to wipe it off.
She reached out to hold Xiao Moli's hand, only to find it still stiff and unmoving.
"What's going on? Tell me, is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable? Is it only your hand that can't move, or other places too?"
An Ziqi's beautiful big eyes were filled with tears, ready to fall, anxiously looking at him.
"I'm fine, probably just..."
Before Xiao Moli finished his sentence, An Ziqi's expression changed.
"Fine again? Then I want you to get up and hug me now."
