Mo Shaoting woke up. He slowly opened his eyes. For so long, he was still a little unfit. Maybe he just woke up. Even if he could see it, it was vague.

He didn't think that he would still be alive. He didn't think that he would see it again.

For so long, he thought he was desperate. He thought he had no hope. So long as he tried hard, he could spend more time with him.

Mo Shaoting watched as he lay on the bed and fell asleep. He had some heartache. Since then, he had worked very hard and lost a lot of weight on his face.

Mo...