A coquettish tone

Shangguan Shaoheng listened to the doctor's words and carefully remembered every word.

His heart ached as he sat on the edge of the bed, holding Shui Xuan 'er's hand tightly, his eyes red. Shangguan Shaoheng had used the strength of his life to hold Shui Xuan' er's hand.

He looked at Shui Xuan 'er, who was lying there, and his heart ached.

He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was dry, and he couldn't make a sound.

After sitting for a while, Shangguan Shaoheng lowered his head and placed Shui Xuan 'er's hand on his cheek, as if he could feel Shui Xuan' er's breath closer this way.

Although he didn't say anything, he kept repeating Shui Xuan 'er's name in his heart.

"Xuan 'er, Xuan' er ..."

Shangguan Shaoheng kept repeating Shui Xuan 'er's name in his heart.

It was as if repeating Shui Xuan 'er's name like this would make his heart feel better.

As time passed, Shangguan Shaoheng's eyes also began to tear up.