"Don't cry." Yan Yuanfei hugged her gently. After being unconscious for a long time, his voice was extremely hoarse. "What do you think you'll do if I'm gone one day?"
What was he supposed to do? What on earth was he supposed to do to minimize the damage to her so that she could live on in good health?
He should never have provoked her in the first place.
He should never have been so opinionated in the first place.
But he didn't regret it. He was so selfish. Even if he had to turn back time, even if he had to choose again, he wouldn't hesitate to be with her.
However, his heart ached. His heart ached for her, who did not have peace every day.
"I'll live well," Wen said, taking his hand and feeling the ache of his bones against his heart.
He was too thin.
Over the past six months, he had lost weight.
He was also in too much pain.
Every time it happened, it was excruciating.