Though in a coma, Xie Yunzhen could sense Ji Mingzhu's presence.
She wiped his face, wiped his hands…
When feeding him medicine, she coaxed him gently, occasionally using her soft hands to feel his forehead for temperature.
Xie Yunzhen felt like he was soaked in a vat of honey.
Upon waking up, he thought to himself, if he stayed sick forever, would Mingzhu always put him first?
This thought vanished into thin air when he saw Ji Mingzhu's weary sleeping face.
He wanted Mingzhu's attention.
But not at the cost of her being physically and mentally exhausted, worrying about his health.
Forcing himself upright despite the illness, Xie Yunzhen wanted to carry Ji Mingzhu onto the bed to let her rest properly.
Although his old ailment recurred, after a night's rest, he was still able to carry Mingzhu.
Ji Mingzhu was already sleeping uneasily, and as soon as Xie Yunzhen moved, she woke up in a start.
Seeing him pale and attempting to get out of bed.
