Sheng Qianxia was violently shaken awake, starting to murmur incoherently, "Gong Beiyao, Gong Beiyao, can we not break up? I really regret it. I was just talking nonsense before..."
It was as if she was still in a dream, yet it seemed so lucid.
Sheng Qianxia hugged his neck, crying as she showed him the keychain tightly clutched in her hand, "I've found the keychain, I found it back… Can we not break up please…"
Ling Muye's body suddenly stiffened, "Stop talking, I'm taking you to the hospital!"
She clung to him tighter, pleading incoherently, "Gong Beiyao, I was wrong, it was my fault... I shouldn't have spoken nonsense... I shouldn't have treated you like that—"
"I believe in you, I believe you can solve this problem, I believe we can face all that comes next together..."
"So, don't go, don't go, don't go…!"
The words Ling Muye heard from her mouth were like torture, painful as being slowly cut apart, so he hugged her even tighter.
