"And then the books fell to the ground, and you blushed."
Jing Hao's gaze drifted somewhat far away, speaking softly, as if reminiscing about something.
"Later, I helped you pick up the books, and sneaked a look at your name and class..."
"I later realized there were many people pursuing you. I was afraid of being rejected, so I always found ways to run into you by chance."
"When you wake up, I'll accompany you to the library to draw, okay?"
"You also said you wanted to become a world-renowned designer... Create your own brand... I said then I'll help you create a website in the future, with your name, so the whole world knows."
The room was quiet, only Jing Hao's clear voice remained, unhurriedly narrating.
Xie Qinghuan looked at Qiao Mo on the hospital bed, holding back tears that threatened to fall several times, Qiao Xiaomo, when you wake up, I'll take you to eat peach crisps, okay?
You like eating the food I cook... I can make it for you every day...
