Her voice was low and muffled, but to his ears, each word struck like a clap of thunder.
The eyes behind Tang Ming's glasses grew deeper, filled with painful expressions.
"You really, still love him..."
He lifted his hand, intending to withdraw it from hers.
"Zimo, Zimo..."
Xu Pei's hand subconsciously clutched at his, continuously calling out Leng Zimo's name in her mouth. Although the anesthetic could help her sleep, her sleep had always been light. She was dreaming.
However, from the sound of her voice, Tang Ming could hear her heartache.
In the end, he couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away; instead, he sat back down beside her and comforted her in a gentle tone.
"It's okay, I'm here, I won't leave!"
It took a while before Xu Pei finally quieted down again.
Tang Ming carefully extracted his hand from hers, stood by the bed, gazing at her bandaged face for a long time before speaking again.
"Don't worry, I will help you get everything you want!"
