"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." He spoke again, his voice full of deep apology.
He really didn't know he would be unconscious for so long.
He reached out and gently held her slightly cold hands, letting them cover his cheeks and feeling their warmth.
The temperature from his palm was different from before, and Xia Zhibai couldn't help but sob.
She couldn't bear it any longer, so she used her elbows to lift her arms and wrap them around his neck, burying her head in his neck. She took a deep breath, smelled his scent, and couldn't help crying.
"I'm sorry, I broke the appointment." Mo Nanfeng reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms, patting her back gently, again and again, to soothe her aggrieved heart.
One drop, two drops, the hot tears soaked his neck, burning his whole heart with pain.
Xia Zhibai felt the warmth and breath in his hand was real, so he sobbed, "How are you now?"
"How about you check it for me?" Mo Nanfeng was also unsure. He had said before that he was tired and wanted to rest, but no one expected that he would sleep for so long, which made her worry.
Then he took her hand and placed it on his strong, beating heart.
Xia Zhibai felt as if he was electrocuted under his palm and quickly withdrew his hand.
But he held it tightly, his fingers intertwined, and a deep purple color emerged from his fingertips.
Seeing this, Xia Zhibai couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter while crying: "Are you trying to tell me that you've recovered well?"
"What good does it matter if you recover well? After the founding of the People's Republic of China, becoming a spirit is no longer allowed."
He looked at her deeply, his eyes were affectionate and serious: "Wife, I don't want to leave you again, I want to stay by your side forever."
"Wife, why don't we travel around the world!"
He reached out and held her in his arms again, feeling their hearts beating faster and faster, then he slowly lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Xia Zhibai just wanted him to wake up. As long as he woke up, she would agree no matter where he asked to go.
Now that he was awake, she nodded happily, "Okay."
night……
The white snow is reflected in the room through the glass windows, making the room look particularly white and quiet.
The man on the bed was sound asleep. The woman beside him tightly grasped his hand, which was exposed outside the quilt. A sweet smile blossomed on her lips, as if she had had a good dream...
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