He and Gu Yelin had grown up together since they were little and were very close. Although Gu Yelin had always been distant and cold, one could still feel that he was a man of flesh and blood. Now, An Zhihang was horrified to discover that the current Gu Yelin seemed like a breathless corpse, using deathly stillness and indifference to shut out everything around him, as if his heart had lost its vigor along with An Yiqing's slumber.
For the first time, An Zhihang realized just how deeply Gu Yelin cared for his sister!
"Awake?" Suddenly, Gu Yelin spoke up.
An Zhihang was startled, wanting to nod, but realized his neck was immobilized.
"Awake, my little sister, she..." Opening his mouth, An Zhihang felt a sourness in his nose, and looking at An Yiqing on the bed, whose breath was as thin as a thread, he was almost brought to tears. Gu Tingting, standing behind him, had already been unable to bear it and ran out, covering her face with her hands.
"She's still alive."
