The diary wasn't completely read, but Yan Xinxin's vision was already blurred by tears.
Just before the tears flowed freely, Mo Chuxi extended his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
"If you feel sad, just cry, you'll feel better after crying."
His gentle voice echoed beside her ear.
Yan Xinxin reached out and tightly hugged Mo Chuxi, the tears rolling from her eyes soaked Mo Chuxi's white shirt.
Mo Chuxi gently stroked Yan Xinxin's long hair, lifting his gaze to look outside the window.
Mu Shaoqian, have you really decided to go see the outside world?
If you want redemption, shouldn't you want to survive even more?
The bone marrow has already matched, and the surgery plan is being arranged, leaving at this moment?
If life and death can be taken lightly, why fear the surgery?
He pondered, with a deep glint flashing in his profound eyes.
Yan Xinxin cried in Mo Chuxi's arms for a long, long time, at times sobbing silently.
