Cheng Yanzhi smiled, "It's okay. At least I didn't have to wait until my dying day."
"I was wrong!" His words made her feel even more guilty.
Cheng Yanzhi said, "The past is in the past! Sheng, don't dwell on it."
She had never made him wait; it was him who kept waiting.
All of this was his decision.
After talking for a bit, Xia Yunsheng fell asleep.
Cheng Yanzhi lay beside her, gazing at her, occasionally holding her hand and placing it on his chest.
Hearing her words today made him feel that everything he had sacrificed lately was worthwhile.
Perhaps that's how love is; he could feel despair from her words, and also hope.
After Xia Yunsheng slept, she woke up to find the daylight.
She sat up and discovered Cheng Yanzhi had already gone to work.
She sat on the bed, feeling pain in her legs.
The feeling, as if the pain was coming from her bones, overwhelmed her.
