The day was beginning to break.
Another exhausting night.
Bao Mingyuan had knelt for the whole night.
In the corridor of the VIP ward, a faint sound of footsteps was heard.
It was Su Ruanruan.
Old Zhao followed behind her, incessantly saying: "Miss Su, please go back first!"
Su Ruanruan gently shook off his hand.
She held her breath, watching Bao Mingyuan.
He knelt there.
From the tips of his hair, grey strands were faintly visible.
She then looked at her own parents.
They had stood the whole night, their faces weary.
Su Ruanruan felt a dull pain in her heart.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something...
Bao Jingyan suddenly grabbed her hand, his tone strict: "Why are you here?"
He raised his voice, asking Old Zhao to take her back.
But Su Ruanruan broke free from his grip.
Bao Jingyan grasped her shoulder again, staring into her eyes: "I will not give up."
"But I can't," Su Ruanruan gently shook her head.
