"What on earth are you doing? Snap out of it! It's just a pillow!" Leng Sichen roared, unable to bear it any longer.
"Cough cough..." Xia Yuxun coughed violently, her eyes reddening from his shout. Just as he was about to step away, she clutched tightly onto the front of his shirt, "Don't go, don't leave Achen behind! Save him! Cough cough... Save Achen..."
Leng Sichen stared for a long time at the woman in his arms, begging so humbly, feeling his heart clench painfully.
No, this couldn't go on! She had to let go of that pillow, she had to recognize him! Leng Sichen ignored her and, with a heavy heart, continued walking.
"Don't—" Xia Yuxun screamed heartbreakingly, struggling desperately, "I beg you, I beg you! Let me go, I have to save Achen..."