Qiao Mo gently held his large hand and whispered, "Don't test me anymore, okay? I love you... Let me just give you the answer directly, okay? I love you, very much, very much, extremely much. I'm afraid of losing you... always have been, so afraid that I don't even dare to accept it anymore."
"So, please wake up, okay?" Tears welled up in Qiao Mo's eyes.
Perhaps, because so much time had passed, she began to have more thoughts.
Lately, she increasingly started to wonder, was it wrong for her to come back then? If she hadn't taken Chenchen to find him, maybe he wouldn't have fallen into a coma.
But why didn't she regret it at all?
It was probably because after seeing him again, she realized how hard it was to let go of him, how wonderful it was to be together, how much she loved him again.
Qiao Mo sighed lightly, seeing that he still showed no signs of waking up. She turned and washed a towel, fetched some water, intending to wipe his face and shave his beard.
