A very slight movement, hidden in Nianyang's neck, silently weeping, Li Tingyan was completely unaware.
In that husky voice, almost reduced to a whisper, he murmured softly, "Nini, my wife, I'm really scared, I fear you might never wake up, fear you might never speak to me again, that I'll never have the chance to explain, leaving you misunderstanding me, with grievances. I don't want you to be wronged."
"But I'm also afraid of you waking up, afraid that you are no longer the Nini that I want. I've never been this scared before..."
The girl's eyes were now fully open, clear and bright, no longer as blank and empty as before.
However, having been dormant for so long, waking up suddenly left her mind still in a fog. She wanted to sort through her memories, but an annoying voice kept chattering in her ears.
Unable to resist, she lifted her weak hand, gently nudging the crew-cut head buried under her neck, and spoke with a voice raspier than his,
"What are you doing?"
Rumble.
