C689 It Was also Miserable

Ann Xiaomin looked incredibly weak, her face pale and drained of color. Her stubborn attempt to hold back tears made her appear all the more pitiable. Gu Junbai sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her face, but she turned her head away, refusing his touch.

His hand hovered in the air for a moment before he withdrew it, fingers twitching slightly.

"Xiaomin