Weiwei, Weiwei...
In his youth, Liang Yichao chased after her, hugging her tightly, always joyfully calling out those two words.
Yu Wei, in a moment, thought of the bits and pieces in that long dream, but when she looked at the present...
There are no mirrors in the hospital room.
But the emptiness on her shoulders, the heavy pain at the back of her head, made Yu Wei very aware of what was missing on top of her head at the moment, and what was the pride in those days when, in her prime, she shyly smiled as Liang Yichao gazed at her face with fascination.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she paused, painfully turning her face away, trying to struggle free.
Such a subtle movement wasn't much, but for Yu Wei, who had just awakened from two major surgeries, the eyes of everyone were on her, and naturally, their faces were scared pale.
Realizing that Yu Wei might not want to see Liang Yichao.
