When Mu Yan saw Mu Chen again, he was lying on the cold hospital bed, looking serene, as if he had passed peacefully.
Of course peacefully, when he was on the operating table, he was anesthetized, so there wouldn't be any sensation.
Kneeling by the bedside, she raised her hand to stroke his pale, cold face, tears rolling down once more; she no longer needed to hide her emotions and dared not cry in front of him.
Because even if she cries, he can't see it anymore.
"Chenchen, you promised your sister that you would always be with her, why are you breaking your word?" Mu Yan questioned.
The room was empty, the air eerily quiet, the cold breath penetrating the pores, as if the blood was about to freeze.
Mu Yan held Mu Chen's face, no matter how she called him, he could no longer respond to her.
Clearly yesterday, he could still look at her and smile.
"Chenchen, don't leave your sister," Mu Yan pleaded, "Your sister can't live without you."
