Gao Jinghui's eyes slowly moved. He parted his dry, cracked lips. "Qiao... Qiao'er..."
"I'm here." Su Qiao answered softly as she dabbed water onto his lips with a cotton swab.
Gao Jinghui kept opening and closing his mouth for a long while. "I... I'm not dead yet?"
Wang Jun laughed without the slightest courtesy. "You must've slept yourself silly, kid.
"If you were dead and could still see us, wouldn't that mean the three of us were all in hell?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him and gently stroked Gao Jinghui's face. "You're not dead. You're alive and well. Feel it—is it warm?"
Gao Jinghui nodded stupidly. "Warm."
"Qiao'er, I... I thought I'd never see you again."
He had dreamed for a very long time. In the dream, Qiao'er had actually married that paralyzed Liu Weiye and was constantly bullied by them.
He knew it had to be fake. How could his Qiao'er marry someone else?
His Qiao'er was so fierce. If anyone was going to bully someone, she would be the one bullying others. How could she be bullied by them?
Sure enough, it had been a dream.
Fake.
Qiao'er was still his.
Su Qiao deliberately put on a cold expression. "If you act recklessly like that again, you deserve never to see me."
Given the situation at the time, if she had tackled him to the ground, he definitely wouldn't have been shot—at least not in such a dangerous place as the left side of his chest.
"Don't... don't be angry. Next time... next time I won't act recklessly." Gao Jinghui wanted to raise his hand and touch her, but couldn't lift it.
Su Qiao's heart softened, and she quickly clasped his dry, large hand. "You just woke up. Don't talk. Get some proper rest."
"Will you