Qiang lay in the hospital for three days.
Xiaomei stayed by his side the whole time, never leaving him. When he woke up, he saw her asleep with her head resting beside his bed, tear marks still on her face. A feeling he couldn’t put into words suddenly welled up inside him.
He moved ever so slightly, and Xiaomei woke up. She looked up, saw his eyes open, and froze for a moment. Then tears welled up again.
“Brother Qiang…”
“Why are you crying?” Qiang said, his voice a little hoarse. “It’s not like I died.”
