Mo Ming now needs someone to care for him around the clock, so naturally, Gu Qimiao hasn't gone home at night.
Shen Yanchen walked into her bedroom, sat by the bed, and ran his palm over the place she slept, now cold and devoid of her warmth.
Yet he could still imagine the scene of her lying there quietly asleep at night.
Her belongings were still in the room, but it was difficult to feel her presence.
The thought that she was now by Mo Ming's side left a bitter taste in his heart.
When she called in the afternoon, she still awkwardly called him Brother Yan Chen, her tone more polite than ever; his original plan to confess was disrupted by Mo Ming's awakening.
He pulled out a cigarette pack from his pocket, took one out and placed it between his fingers, lit it with a lighter, and glanced at the ashtray by the bed. He remembered it was still filled with ash and butts the last time he used it, but now it was spotless, cleaned meticulously by her.
