This was the atmosphere in which Yan Ying opened his eyes—
“…Mom?”
His voice was extremely hoarse and weak, barely audible. Fortunately, no one was speaking, and they turned immediately upon hearing him.
“Yan! You’re finally awake!”
The gloomy clouds around Yin’s mother instantly transformed into joy. She excitedly gripped his hand, weeping: “Good child, thank heavens. Mom has been waiting for so long!”
Yan Ying, his mind swollen with memories, nodded casually, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, trying to process everything.
The reason for not daring to confess or show up was only because of physical reasons, afraid of bothering her.
“Jing Jing…” “Please wake up, don’t sleep anymore, okay? I beg you…” “As long as you open your eyes, I’ll listen to you in the future, I’ll promise you anything, okay?” “Jing Jing… You like me too, right?” “I know you must like me too. You don’t want to wake up and see the real me, right?” “I really beg you…”
He forcibly suppressed the pain in his heart, calling out to her pleadingly. However, the person on the bed remained with tightly closed eyes, with no response.
One month later—
Sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting on the bed corner, a gentle breeze lifting the gauze curtain, fresh air drilling into the nose, making one’s mood inexplicably pleasant.
Chen Jing suddenly opened her eyes. A light blue ocean ceiling appeared in her vision. Chen Jing blinked, just about to turn her head to see where she was, when her waist was suddenly tightly restrained.
“Mmm!”
She was abruptly flipped over, pressed onto a man, with his long and powerful hands holding the back of her head, forcibly kissing her. Chen Jing frowned, unable to see clearly. The other party was extremely excited, passionate to the point of being frightening. Chen Jing struggled for a moment. When she saw who the man was, her eyes paused, and her body instinctively softened.
