When she woke up in the morning, Jiang Shuxia saw Lingxuyao lying beside him the first thing she did. She touched his face and for a moment, Jiang Shuxia couldn't help but tear up.
She had nothing left but him now.
Lingxuyao looked at her gently. "You're awake?"
"En!" Jiang Shuxia hooked her arms around his neck, her tears still hanging on her long eyelashes. She looked pitiful and delicate, making people's hearts ache for her.
Lingxuyao touched her forehead, luckily his fever had subsided, "Why are you crying?"
"Lingxuyao, Lingxuyao, Lingxuyao —" Jiang Shuxia did not answer, but only yelled his name over and over again while tears continued to flow uncontrollably down his face.
Lingxuyao's heart trembled. He hugged her tightly in his embrace, and patted her back with his large hands as if he was comforting a child. "It's alright, I'm here."