Mu Liang breathed through a respirator, his face decaying, like a lifeless ceramic man, waiting for the Grim Reaper to arrive.
Bai Ye had instructed her not to touch Mu Liang's body, to avoid close contact with the virus, but she couldn't help reaching out. Yet, hearing Dudu's cries, her hand, halfway stretched, retracted back.
If anything happened to her, what would Dudu do?
Tears slid down Qiao Xia's face in an instant.
She could only watch him helplessly, lying here lifelessly, without any means to help.
"Ah Liang, you still look so handsome, surely the most handsome patient. I'm almost charmed by you." Qiao Xia said with a smile, "Please, for me and Dudu, hang in there. I'm doing my utmost to help you."
"I love you!"
She would rather stay like this, guarding him until the last moment of life.
To her, Mu Liang was like a rose with thorns. Even though she knew approaching would cause bloodshed, she entered his world without hesitation.
