Su Qiqi looked at the hand lying flat on the ground. Like if she was under a spell, she bent over and laid her hands on the back of that hand.
Cold, bone-chilling cold.
Then, she turned her head and met that pair of eyes, the narrow and half-closed eyes, slightly moistened at the corners.
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Jin Muchen felt the person on the bed move. Just as he was about to get up and check, he felt a soft warmth overlaying his hand.
He then looked up.
Su Qiqi opened her eyes.
"Jin Muchen."
"I'm here."
Su Qiqi gave a little smile, just like reality slipping into a dream.
Those were the same eyes, the person along with the dream, arrived in front of her.
Jin Muchen was half-bent, his eyes were bloodshot, stubble appeared on his chin, and his voice was hoarse, "Qiqi."
Su Qiqi felt that his tone was slightly tearful, but when she looked into Jin Muchen's eyes, they were extraordinarily bright.
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