All day long, Chi Xiaoyu refused to talk to him, not even willing to exchange glances.
Through the glass window, he saw her pale face and vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Just lying there motionless, as if she were lifeless.
His heart ached with suffocating pain.
He punched the wall hard...
Half an hour later, when he returned, he held a bouquet of roses.
He placed the bouquet by her bedside and crouched down in front of her.
"Honey, have some porridge I made for you!"
His voice was low and softly tender.
She simply lay flat, her eyes staring blankly ahead.
No matter what he said, she turned a deaf ear.
"I'm sorry, honey, can you forgive me?"
His fingertips caressed her cheek.
How he wished she would smile at him like she used to.
Or reach out and hug him.
"Talk to me, won't you? If there's something you don't like, punch me and let off some steam, vent it out, okay?"
His fingers brushed through her long hair, gently speaking.
