Gong Ting sat at the bedside, reaching out to hold her cold little hand. Fifteen long years had passed, and he had finally waited for her to grow up. Originally, he thought he could see her as soon as he returned from his business trip, but unexpectedly, the person he met was a counterfeit bearing her exact appearance.
He closed his eyes slightly. At the age of ten, after making her a promise, he had already decided in his heart that she was his fiancée. Over the years, this belief had never wavered.
So, no matter what mistakes occurred along the way, he would always set things right.
The girl lying on the bed furrowed her brows lightly, her lips seeming to murmur something. Gong Ting stood up and pressed his ear close to her lips, her indistinct voice reaching him: "Big… Brother…"
Gong Ting's heart surged with joy, and he extended his hand to half-embrace her into his arms. "Ning'er, I'm here. I'm sorry. I came too late."
