She would have preferred him to be that detestable and arrogant man who defied all reason, rather than this weakened figure powerless against everything, unable to stop herself, Ling Momo’s tears began to fall gently.
Li Qingshen, seeing Ling Momo’s tears, struggled to sit up. He lifted a hand and slowly wiped her tears away, but her tears fell even more fiercely. He coughed intermittently, his voice sounding so feeble, "Why are you crying..." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel_fіre.net
Ling Momo’s sobs grew stronger, and she couldn’t help but raise her hand to cover her mouth, stifling her cries.
She knew he had done it all for their joint album, yet she couldn’t help but want to cry.
Just moments ago she had been angry, wondering how there could be such a person in the world who would sacrifice their life for success. She found him detestable and infuriating, anger burning in her chest, but when he faced her and said, "I’m sorry, I’ve implicated you," her anger dissolved, replaced by a touch of sorrow.
When he forced a smile and told her he was fine, she could no longer hold back her tears.
Whether or not she could capture the spectacle of the sun and moon in their glory wasn’t truly important to her, and she bore no resentment or blame towards him.
Li Qingshen’s handsome brows furrowed as he watched her tears fall ceaselessly. A glint of brightness suddenly flashed in his eyes, but in an instant, his pupils began to dilate, and he spoke with a tone imbued with a tenderness he had never shown in his life.
"I just don’t want to miss out..." his voice grew weaker, as if he were contemplating something, and finally, when he opened his mouth, no sound emerged, "Momo..."
He had already missed out on so many years. That feeling was too painful, too sad. He really didn’t want to miss out again...
Li Qingshen thought the sun and moon, who could have loved each other, were destined to be apart, never to meet again in their lifetimes.
One belonged to day, the other to night, with no points of intersection.
Just like him and her.
And now, when he was finally free to love her, he had become her stumbling block. It was truly helpless and indeed quite ridiculous, wasn’t it?
So, he didn’t want to miss out...
He really couldn’t just give up, absolutely not. He had to seize this chance...
As Li Qingshen thought this, his hand, which had been resting on Ling Momo’s face, gradually dropped, and he silently collapsed onto the bed.
And once again, he lost consciousness.
Ling Momo looked at Li Qingshen as he once again fell into a deep sleep, her brow furrowed. What didn’t he want to miss?
She didn’t know why, but his seemingly ordinary words made her vaguely sense an undertone of affection.
Was it a delusion, or a woman’s intuition?
His words were always like that, suggestive and leaving one utterly unable to fathom their true meaning.
Li Qingshen slept for a long time. Whether it was his firm will that had an effect, or heaven was moved by his plight, his fever gradually subsided, his sleep became more peaceful, and his breathing steadied. His lips that had been tinged with purple slowly turned pale.