"Liu Zheng, as long as you wake up, I'll do whatever you want, did you hear that? I love you, did you hear me? At least, wait until I can remember, at least, don't die like this, don't die with so much unwillingness, don't die with hatred for me, Liu Zheng, I love you, I love you..."
Xu Ai only felt her head was in extreme pain, pain that she didn't know how to alleviate. Her head continually bumped against his chest as she tearfully looked at his face, crying soundlessly. The veins on her stretched neck were bulging, her gaping mouth breathing in hot gasps of despair. She trembled as she cradled Liu Zheng's head, pushing against his chin, weeping uncontrollably. Suddenly, her fingers touched a trace of wetness. Xu Ai was stunned, her tearful eyes looking at him; tears had started to moisten the corners of Liu Zheng's eyes, sliding down.
She thought it was her own illusion, but those tears were scalding hot.
