The apology was like beating on cotton and bouncing back. No one responded. His heart and hers were like hollowing out. Although only one arm apart, they could no longer cross each other's heart.

Ye Nianmo suddenly felt a little flustered. He felt that he was going to lose her. He lifted the quilt with determination. The people inside were crying and fainting. Her fragility was painful.

"Yiyi". He whispered in a hoarse voice. "Listen to me, I'm not giving up on you. I never gave up on you again."

Ding Yi lay blankly, her eyes focused on his resolute features. Suddenly, she pulled out a smile, which grew bigger...