Mu Yuze looked at her cheeks, pale to the point of almost transparent, and felt as if something was stuck in his throat.
"Mm." He responded again, his voice deep and hoarse, "You will get better."
...
This winter seemed exceptionally cold.
Only until now did Su Wanwan realize how warm Mu Yuze's embrace was.
She stayed in the hospital, and Mu Yuze was almost always by her side. While she slept, he busied himself with his work, but as soon as she woke up, he became her eyes. He read her favorite novels, recited the latest news and the hottest trends, and whatever she wanted to know, he would tell her with immense patience.
Su Wanwan leaned against his embrace, always wearing a quiet smile, listening to his every word without missing a thing, as if, to her, this was the happiest thing in the world.
