C212 (2/2)

Is this heaven? Or hell?

But why am I here alone? I'm so lonely.

”Mommy …” ”Mom …”

Did I hear wrong!?

Why did I hear the stars!

”Stars! Stars! Mother is here! ”

I shouted in the white light, but no one answered me.

”I don't want to stay here anymore! I want to get out! Let me out! ”

I shouted into the white light.

”Qianqian, wake up quickly. The child needs you and I need you too! As long as you can come back, I will return everything to you! ”

It was Jiang Yu's voice!

He said he wanted to give me everything back. Everything here, including the company and the kids?!

I don't want to stay here any longer! I want to leave!

Let me go!

”Ah!”

I snapped open my eyes and sat up.

Suddenly, my body sank into a warm embrace.

He had a faint aroma of cologne and smelled good. However, for some reason, other than the scent of perfume, he also had the smell of tobacco.

My other uninjured hand was held by a soft little hand.

I looked down into the child's bright eyes.

”Star …”

My star!

He's back!

”Qianqian …” You finally woke up. Do you know how scared I am?! I'm afraid you'll never wake up again! I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have taken revenge on you, I shouldn't have said something like that to hurt you! ”

The hospital gown on his shoulders was wet with tears, and I realized he was crying.

Jiang Yu, who has always been fearless, actually cried because of me.

For a moment, I couldn't tell what I was feeling.

”The things you said, do they still count?”

My throat was dry and my voice was hoarse.

”I'll give it to you. As long as you return to my side, I'll give it to you!”

He looked at me with eyes full of grief.

He had lost weight, he was haggard, and the dark green stubble on his face had grown out as well. However, this only made him more manly.

I touched his face lightly with my hand.

How long had it been since I'd seen him? It felt like a century.

He pressed my hand.

”Qianqian, please don't leave me!” I don't want to lose you again! I don't want to ever do it again! ”

He took me in his arms again.

My heart is not untouched.

He said it had all been my dream.

But now, everything was happening right in front of me.

Why do I feel so unreal?

Looking at the man in front of me, he said that he loved me, and I wanted to believe him, but I remembered what he had said, and it drove me to my doom.

He doesn't understand me, so how can he love me?

Who can guarantee that the promises he's making to me now aren't just a result of the excitement?

Perhaps when he came back to his senses and truly woke up, he realized that what he said couldn't be counted at all.

I know what he's capable of. If they give me these things, they can silently take them all back from me!

And I don't want to be so humble like this.

Never again.