Zhou Mochen fell silent, his eyes red.
The two-plus months she had been unconscious had long since drained him of his temper.
His only hope was for her to wake up. He had even thought, 'It doesn't matter if she loves Xi Zirong, as long as she just wakes up.'
The three of them entangled for a lifetime would be better than her lying in bed, oblivious to the world.
All those feelings of mad jealousy, the ones that made him want to take Xi Zirong down with him, had vanished during the days when he had nearly lost her completely.
If she were gone, his world would just reset to zero. There were no other options.
Never before had he realized so clearly that losing her was the only thing he truly couldn't bear.
Now she had woken up, and she had even made things clear with those other two—she only wanted him.
'What more could I ask for?'
