Ye Wanwan was deathly pale and the man next to her didn't know how to comfort her as he looked at her.
"Ah-Jiu, I want to spend some time with my brother."
An unknown amount of time passed before Ye Wanwan spoke to Si Yehan.
"Alright." Si Yehan wanted to speak but hesitated. Any words right now were too weak, so he could only pat her hair comfortingly in the end.
After obtaining permission from the doctor, Ye Wanwan entered the hospital room by herself.
Nameless Nie was lying in bed, alone and unmoving with an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. There wasn't a trace of pain on his face. It was as though he was merely sleeping, awfully serene.
"Brother…"
Ye Wanwan walked to the side of the bed and tightly grasped Nameless Nie's hands.
