The Miracle I'm Looking For

Ji Shiting had been relying on glucose water to keep himself alive these days, so he looked slimmer. However, the man was still tall, making the bed seem narrow.

Ye Shengge walked to the bed and sat down. She couldn't help grabbing his hand. Grandpa Ji hadn't tied her up in the end.

She kept telling herself not to cry, not to be sad, and not to blame herself, but she couldn't control her emotions when she saw the man's quiet and pale face. She had to look up at the ceiling and force back her tears.

It took her a while to calm down. She knew he couldn't see it, but she still smiled.

She lifted the man's pale hand and put it on her face.