Anzeye watched Su Shao-shao asleep at the bedside and gently walked to the bedside. Although Su Shao-shao had lost a lot of weight, his skin was still as delicate as jade, shining with warm luster under the light.

Slowly reach out and gently touch Su Shallow's cheek.

Long and curly eyelashes shake gently, Su Shallow slowly opened his eyes, deep eyes, with a strong fatigue.

"Did I wake you up?"

Anzawa's voice was very light, as if he was afraid of frightening Su Shallow. Su Shallow shook his head weakly, and his dry lips could hardly make any sound.

Anzeye looked at the image of Su Shallow, very distressed, whispered:...